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2010-02-06T23:34:00.000-08:00

2008-04-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

Exodus

I walk in a garden so green,
Reeking a look that is so serene.
Grey skies showering droplets of rain,
Deluge in love the blood gushing through my veins.
I hear the drops tapping melodiously on the ground,
The voice of my love enchants a melancholy surround!
An intoxicating smell emanating from the wet sands,
Spread my arms to hug her with such grand.
Oh! these emotions of love beget a chaos in my fragile mind,
Craving for a hug that calms me in the warmth of her bind!

2008-03-15T02:13:00.000-07:00

A Destitute's Life

The wet tarmac feels like a blanket of ice,
Shards of waste being scavenged upon by the sewer mice.
Street lights flickering at the break of dawn,
Resonate with the beating of my heart that would never again re-spawn!
I stare at the fading stars barely raising my eye lids,
Reminiscence of my 'needy' life flashes by, since a kid.

I took birth on a bed of dead roses,
A bed that never reeked the smell of lactoses.
Thorns that pricked deep in,
Hushed the innocent tears with bleeding.

I barely remember waking grown up,
In as much, my veins never really ran out of the 'syrup'!
Carried around, dazed, drizzle of coins poured in the cradle of hope,
Offerings being used too feed my sedation with more of dope!

The day arrived when I was sobered and end my cradler's loathe,
A moment to cherish 'cos I was gifted with pieces of tattered clothes!
Happiness lasted until I was forcefully graduated,
What good is it to hold a certificate with both arms amputated!

I wandered like a heaven less soul,
Scavenging for food and living in a shit hole.
My license to destitution,
canceled! 'cos of below normal remuneration!

I question the lord, who at birth existed,
I didn't do no wrong to be so wasted!
I can think and so I am a man,
What good is a 'paralyzed' thinking if I cannot feed my own biological can!

Day after day, with no food to sate,
My tortured self bobbered all, that was left of my fate.
My physical self gradually began to raze,
With nothing more left, I once again slip into the world of daze!

Breathing on my last few heartbeats,
I kill the atheist inside and begin to pray,
"Oh almighty! do not impart an orphan's fate to the world of cheats"
Poorest of living is better than destitution on a life's tray!

I don't feel the breeze no more,
Seeing my skeletal body through the eyes of a soul, was not a lore!
A hazy white figure walks towards me & asks, "Son, is there anything u wish?"
I speak, "Rebirth as a human is something I will never cherish!"

2008-03-12T19:46:00.000-07:00

Chastity

What is it about you that drives me miles?
Is it the beauty or innocence of your smiles!
Hmmm..I contemplate and delve deep,
Damn! is it the chiseled body that you keep!
Alas! This ain't about being how beatific you are,
It is your spiritual self runs deep and far!
Layers that bind you are curiously intriguing,
Driving my inquisitive self into a season of reaping!
This enamor isn't for the mantle of mortality,
But for the chaste soul of immortality!

2008-03-09T18:13:00.000-07:00

Celebrating Woman

"Woman", life support for the humankind! This sex that has accomplished everything that men could and couldn't. The respect that she deserves is unquantified! On this day dedicated for women , a poem that describes the phases of the woman's life has been composed and posted on the consortium blog called the "Writer's Blend", their theme for the month being Celebrating Woman. I would like to thank my mom for enlightening me with the underlying idea of this composition. Wish her and the entire population of women "A very happy women's day". Celebrate. Cherish. Conquer.
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Feminist | Resurrection. Reverberation

I am the voice of a woman,
The vital race for existence of human.
Behind the success of every man,
Lies my presence as a talisman!

I am born as a daughter,
Mostly caressed, like the clay by a potter,
Sometimes the victim of a man slaughter,
Life of a woman is an opera of falters!

I adolesce into a wanted dame,
Become an arm candy for all his fame,
Words of wisdom sound all lame,
The time was now to put my horses to tame!

I groom into a caring wife,
Give up everything to acclimatise with his life,
Lived by orders at the edge of a knife,
The glamors of a fairytale is no more rife!

I pregnate into the life of a mother,
Lactate my newborn genes to grow further,
The fairytale endings are here to smother,
Flair of effeminism is now trivial to bother!

I now senesce my presence into an old age home,
After his death, life became a hysterical syndrome,
Story of my life is no more an epitome,
In as much, my'self' has lost all it's chrome!

I now lay on a bed of roses,
My soul sails over the sea of life's dozes.
I am the lady on a flying dutchman,
Hear me out, I am the voice of a woman!

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Please follow this link to read more on Writer's Blend:

http://writersblend.blogspot.com/2008/03/feminist-resurrection.html#links

P.S: The compilation is purely fictional and does not relate to any individual.

2008-03-09T09:11:00.001-07:00

Behind Blue Eyes

Those eyes shroud a mystery from the past,
Painful imageries that are bound to last,
The slits of visions have got to see beyond and into the vast.
Sailing over the horizon looking over the mast,
You are bound to fade away those delusions, as fast.

2008-03-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

Enamor

The divine feel of your love,
As pure as the soul of a dove.
Intoxication of these emotions,
Compare beyond the effects of love potions!
U make my soul connect with no sense of fears,
Oh! such an affection brings me to all tears.
I still wonder the type of emotions that I impart,
It only gets stronger with the distances apart.
I thank almighty for giving me the gift of life no sooner than this,
I rejoice with happiness in beauty of this bliss!

2008-03-07T08:58:00.000-08:00

Cherry Crush

I look at you and wonder,
How deep are those veins embed under?
Every word, that I speak with mush,
Floods those veins with such rush..
Alas! the emotions of love engendering a blush!
The warmth emanated by your aura,
Transports me into a world of red flora.
I spread my palms across those succulent cheeks,
Jazzing my spirits with the animation they reek!
I live, everyday, to experience these human emotions,
Bringing the X and Y into a closer conglomeration!!

2008-03-07T05:41:00.000-08:00

Hear My Voice

The mellow sound of your voice,
Ignites a spark and makes me rejoice.
In a world with no solace and engulfed in noise,
The resonance of your tone instills a faith that i've made a right choice!!

A Date with Fun and Frolic at Loki's Wedding

2008-03-03T23:17:00.000-08:00

2008-03-03T22:27:00.000-08:00

Bear Hug

I wanna hug you like no other,
Touch of your skin feels like feather.
Brushing through your long hairs; softer than lather,
Instills a sense of happiness; giving me a breather.
Ur emotions elevate at the change of weather,
This unconditional love keeps our relation in tether.

2008-02-27T23:40:00.000-08:00

D-irt Day

Woke my eyes wide-open at the tick of Three,
Snap!..Pierced into me, a twig of the paranormal tree.
A feeling that "it's one of those days",
Shrouded my mind in possible dimensional ways!
I Am not the sorts who believes in superstition,
And neither was I trippin to have bizzare hallucinations!
Buzz..Buzz..buzzed my cellfone restlessly,
"The cab moves ur ass out in 3" a message cries out incessently!
With all my routines going haywire,
The entire setup seemed a satire.
I make it safely to my campus;a slaves'quagmire,
Praise the lord, for there were no 'work-sucking'vampires.
I drag my foot down to this building,
Taking my next few steps with absolutely no inkling.
Something that put me to worry,
Was this newly laid out "path to glory".
What happened next made suck on the number Three!
Three damn steps on this path,
And my old skools were in dire need for a bath!
I now sit in my cubicle donning a 'cold feet',
With my old skools now begging for a mote of heat!
I recollect the night before; to understand what had gone wrong,
The figure Three had been the culprit all along.
A nap of 3 hours had taken it's toll,
Now, my mind's all absent and incapacitated to poll.
I just wish for this day to fly as breeze,
And pray to end this 3's ordeal day in peace \,,/,

2008-02-26T20:24:00.000-08:00

Bed Bug

I love the way u cocoon in your bed,
The smell of your skin sedates my head.
Your wavy hairs splashing across my face,
Percolate in my mind a sense of angelic haze.
There is something bout this beauty and grace,
That, keeps me away from disturbing ur state of daze.

2008-02-26T19:24:00.000-08:00

Encounters of the smoker's kind

Alright, it is true. Smoking is one helluva habit that is hard (nearly impossible) to quit. A couple of relations 'smoked up' with this addiction. Numbers that keep rolling each day signify the death count of those who have undergone slow combustion and valiantly made it into a life sized ash tray!All this summed up, yeah! smoking sure is Injurious to Health. But, each smoker has a perception as to why he smokes, s/he can never explain the answer to a simple question "why do you smoke?" The poem that I have composed here and posted on Shake's blog "he is an avid smoker too and doesn't really care about living beyond 45yrs of age (teehee...) ...amazing talent", is an answer to that question. The poem reflects my experiences with smoking and the moral of it need not necessarily provoke people to adopt this habit. Smoking Is severely Injurious To Health.

Follow this link to read on: http://6ix-feet-under.blogspot.com/2008/01/guest-blogger-ck.html

2008-02-20T06:10:00.000-08:00

"Hireling"

Cat walking those run down lanes,
Sleazy Whispers meandering through the window panes,
Black, red and violet strands..flocking out of an unkempt mane,
Life as an angel is such bane!

A Cadillac crosses me and stops,
Grisly beast..rolls down his window and shouts,
"Sup! bitch...wanna 'ride' "
Emotions of scare, pain and 'fun'do a high tide,
The blatant truth of being a s.l.u.t is hard to hide.

I slide onto his 'monster size' ride,
Only to stumble upon more dawgs on his side!
Before I could refuse,
A syringe digs deep in and blows my fuse!

I wake up in the middle of night,
Hands and legs strapped on tight.
It seemed I had survived with all the might,
The tortures inflicted upon..during the loss of eye-sight.

My body lies there..rotting,
My soul wanders bare...haunting!
I feel the warmth of heaven through the rising orange sun,
Almighty embraces me,a victim of poverty,
Gracing me with the true form of angelic femininity.

2008-02-17T22:47:00.000-08:00

Latex of beauty

Your skin's so fair,
Onlooker blinded with a whiff of glare.
U pamper it with the best of snow,
No wonder they emanate such glow.
Confused I am!
Oh, with such beauty and flair,
Shard of skin..you so much as hate to bare!

Absolut Sense_||_ess

2008-01-28T01:57:00.000-08:00

Withered

A look through my sole
And I see the hole..
Gazing it all day long
Makes me wanna compose this song..
The hole ain't immorality
But an embarrassing symbol of mortality..
You sure have no clue
Of my insane muse..
With no more moments to spare
I chuck my shoes and walk foot bare!

Poetic Latitude

2007-11-16T01:56:00.000-08:00

Murals

I sit in my room
Enclosed in barren walls
A look through the window
And I see the fall.

I hear the hum of breeze
Playful winds whistling through the trees
All that beauty nature can speak
Seen through a wall with one glossy sheet.

I turn around and see the wall
An abyss of silence fills me with gall
I lift my brush in muted violence
And paint them all to cease that silence.

I sit in my room
Enclosed in motley walls
Gazing at those alluring creations
Ignites an unbridled sense of awe!

Interlaced Artwork

2007-11-02T01:22:00.000-07:00

Strokes Of Creativity

2007-11-01T12:12:00.000-07:00

An evolution in art form, childhood to present.

Digitizing Art

2007-11-01T12:09:00.000-07:00

A new dimension in the skill of art.

'Photo'synthesis

2007-11-01T12:04:00.001-07:00

Framing transitory presence.