Poetry in motion
- By C...f...i care! 10/6/2005 7:03 AM
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My baby I love to see you cry!
See those tears glistening,
Like drops of diamonds on your cheeks.
Maybe it's because I like to see you vulnerable,
Because it gives me a chance to hold you tight
Squirming in my arms
Crying your heart out...
Maybe it's because I love to see that expression on your face,
Your eyes sad,
A river of emotions rolling, flowing...
Maybe it's because I love the way you shudder
Crying, crying crying...
And me, knowing that I'm the only blanket of warmth around you
To envelope you in me, so you may shiver no more.
My baby I love to see you cry!
Even though it breakes my heart to see you sad.
Maybe it's because I want you to know I'm there for you,
Maybe because I want you to know I care.
Maybe it's because I want to be the only one to make you smile
My love I love to see you cry...
Ah!! Cry...
Maybe....
There could be a thousand reasons,
But I wouldn't exactly know why
So here I am watching you...
Sobbing shivering... Being the reason
That everyday you die, Forgive me but...
Don't laugh... Please cry...
Monday, August 28, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
The Shores Of.........
The Shores of Marguerite,
Unchaperoned she stands.
Her smile shines as moonlight,
Her fragrance shores the sands..
Her arms extend wide,
Her toes the shore can feel.
The waves of crashing silence,
Can never shore her heel.
In wait of the tide,
Every night and day.
Her smile - an endless wait
To ebb herself away..
Her incense still lingers,
In the stills of my time.
I linger in her incense,
As my doom dawns sublime.
The Shores of Marguerite,
If u happen to go there;
A spectre clad in white,
Awaits life in despair......
Posted by: Hirak
Poetry In Motion Orkut Community
8/17/2006 9:46 PM
Unchaperoned she stands.
Her smile shines as moonlight,
Her fragrance shores the sands..
Her arms extend wide,
Her toes the shore can feel.
The waves of crashing silence,
Can never shore her heel.
In wait of the tide,
Every night and day.
Her smile - an endless wait
To ebb herself away..
Her incense still lingers,
In the stills of my time.
I linger in her incense,
As my doom dawns sublime.
The Shores of Marguerite,
If u happen to go there;
A spectre clad in white,
Awaits life in despair......
Posted by: Hirak
Poetry In Motion Orkut Community
8/17/2006 9:46 PM
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Shutup Bitch
Words i don't care to listen
Words i cannot bear
Words that will keep coming
as long as you are there
I know how this should be
I know I should be listening
But dear dear why would i Care
About anybody everywhere
(Now let me get this straight)
My pretty baby
your sweet sweet face
but everytime i meet you
I search for my own space
I don't really talk much
Never really do
I talk for a reason
Can't reason with you
I could never tell you
never got a chance
So here is what i feel
this song is for you
(Now this happened recently)
I meet up at your place
I see you looking so pretty
I know what I get into
But I get in, I do
I gave you a dainty dress
Pretty flowers too
But talk is all you are
talk is all you do
I hear about your friend
I hear about her friend too
Had enough of this now
this just won't do
Then I hear more
But not about me and not about you
My pretty baby
your sweet sweet face
like everytime i meet you
I search for my own space
I don't really talk much
Never really did
I talk for a reason
Can't reason with you
I could never tell you
never got a chance
So here is what i feel
this song was for you
-Author - Vivek Venugopal
Words i cannot bear
Words that will keep coming
as long as you are there
I know how this should be
I know I should be listening
But dear dear why would i Care
About anybody everywhere
(Now let me get this straight)
My pretty baby
your sweet sweet face
but everytime i meet you
I search for my own space
I don't really talk much
Never really do
I talk for a reason
Can't reason with you
I could never tell you
never got a chance
So here is what i feel
this song is for you
(Now this happened recently)
I meet up at your place
I see you looking so pretty
I know what I get into
But I get in, I do
I gave you a dainty dress
Pretty flowers too
But talk is all you are
talk is all you do
I hear about your friend
I hear about her friend too
Had enough of this now
this just won't do
Then I hear more
But not about me and not about you
My pretty baby
your sweet sweet face
like everytime i meet you
I search for my own space
I don't really talk much
Never really did
I talk for a reason
Can't reason with you
I could never tell you
never got a chance
So here is what i feel
this song was for you
-Author - Vivek Venugopal
Lullaby
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his footsteps.
Green faces
Black tattoos
White heads
Watery souls
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his whisper
He's gone so long now
I've been counting years
Seems like yestersday,
he said goodbye
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his heartbeat
they walk like gay children
through the paddy fields
looking for someone, for freedom
and their long gone friends
scouring eyes
miss the little ant castles
dried leaves shout
the ears are hidden behind steel
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his footsteps.
Green faces
Black tattoos
White heads
Watery souls
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear him breathing
grass, her head bowed
friends lie lifeless in her lap
she awaits the carnivorous priests
atleast the cows deserve last rites
earth, tilted and stripped
bathed in crimson of her children
lets out a puff of her skin
a zephyr asks the broke back trees
was she a bad mother?
silvery faces
purple tattoos
scarlet heads
swampy souls
They walk through weeping lands
under the burden of freedom.
Turn off the radio mother.
Please write to dad.
-Author - Prashant Kohli
I can’t hear his footsteps.
Green faces
Black tattoos
White heads
Watery souls
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his whisper
He's gone so long now
I've been counting years
Seems like yestersday,
he said goodbye
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his heartbeat
they walk like gay children
through the paddy fields
looking for someone, for freedom
and their long gone friends
scouring eyes
miss the little ant castles
dried leaves shout
the ears are hidden behind steel
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear his footsteps.
Green faces
Black tattoos
White heads
Watery souls
Turn up the bass mother
I can’t hear him breathing
grass, her head bowed
friends lie lifeless in her lap
she awaits the carnivorous priests
atleast the cows deserve last rites
earth, tilted and stripped
bathed in crimson of her children
lets out a puff of her skin
a zephyr asks the broke back trees
was she a bad mother?
silvery faces
purple tattoos
scarlet heads
swampy souls
They walk through weeping lands
under the burden of freedom.
Turn off the radio mother.
Please write to dad.
-Author - Prashant Kohli
Erase Myself
I close my eyes, shut my brain
The walls are closing in
I begin to suffocate
Can't breath in...
Can't stand this place
Wish I could disappear
Can't stand this life
Wish I could erase myself.
I watch the world go by in a daze
Life is passing me by.
The window's closing in
I guess it's too late.
Disappointments mount.
Trapped in a rat race
Must release myself, erase myself
Fragile dreams, brittle hopes
Misery is clinging on.
Can't face myself...
I'm losing ground
Consciousness falls apart
Falling free, free fall
Need to attain myself, erase myself.
-The Wizard
(Yes this one is by me :] )
The walls are closing in
I begin to suffocate
Can't breath in...
Can't stand this place
Wish I could disappear
Can't stand this life
Wish I could erase myself.
I watch the world go by in a daze
Life is passing me by.
The window's closing in
I guess it's too late.
Disappointments mount.
Trapped in a rat race
Must release myself, erase myself
Fragile dreams, brittle hopes
Misery is clinging on.
Can't face myself...
I'm losing ground
Consciousness falls apart
Falling free, free fall
Need to attain myself, erase myself.
-The Wizard
(Yes this one is by me :] )
Fly Away
Fly away now
You’re set free
That hydrocarbhon prison
Shall not hold you back
Fly away now
You are burnt out
Your fire that once burnt bright
Lies extinguished
Fly away now
The wind carries you
Seemingly weightless
Attempts to escape unnoticed
Fly away now
To the heavens you fly
A passing human soul
Snuffed candle smoke
Open Poetic Workshop Community, Orkut
Got dat...(raghu)
7/28/2006 12:10 PM
You’re set free
That hydrocarbhon prison
Shall not hold you back
Fly away now
You are burnt out
Your fire that once burnt bright
Lies extinguished
Fly away now
The wind carries you
Seemingly weightless
Attempts to escape unnoticed
Fly away now
To the heavens you fly
A passing human soul
Snuffed candle smoke
Open Poetic Workshop Community, Orkut
Got dat...(raghu)
7/28/2006 12:10 PM
Half A Life
As the flame melts the hard cores,
As the water tames the unyielding,
As the wind breaks the mountain’s harsh back,
As the heart sweeps away the barriers.
So do those, who do cherish us,
Unshackle us from our troubles and pitfalls.
As do they stand by us, so do we blithe away from them,
Such would a butterfly in its unfettered flight,
Or an eagle, indifferently from rest,
The pansies coquettish in the wind,
So we float far, far away,
Cocooned away in our own insignificant lives.
As time trudges on, half a life we lead,
Pondering over our steps while it’s a rush,
And hastening trauma when leisure is in servitude,
Dreaming for the moon; troubling with our miniscule fears,
So we exist, half hoping, half brooding,
Living incompletely, clinging till the end.
Open Poetic Workshop Community, Orkut
Posted By - Haritha
7/27/2006 8:55 AM
As the water tames the unyielding,
As the wind breaks the mountain’s harsh back,
As the heart sweeps away the barriers.
So do those, who do cherish us,
Unshackle us from our troubles and pitfalls.
As do they stand by us, so do we blithe away from them,
Such would a butterfly in its unfettered flight,
Or an eagle, indifferently from rest,
The pansies coquettish in the wind,
So we float far, far away,
Cocooned away in our own insignificant lives.
As time trudges on, half a life we lead,
Pondering over our steps while it’s a rush,
And hastening trauma when leisure is in servitude,
Dreaming for the moon; troubling with our miniscule fears,
So we exist, half hoping, half brooding,
Living incompletely, clinging till the end.
Open Poetic Workshop Community, Orkut
Posted By - Haritha
7/27/2006 8:55 AM
Untitled
You are my soul
The North of my sea
My focal point, for eternity
You are my pot of gold
At the end of my rainbow of life
You are the air
that i breathe greedily.
Fire nor ice,heaven nor earth
Can pull us apart
The promise of your love
Mends my broken heart
I dance upon the air,
I soar across the sky
I plunge into the dark blue depths,
Into the the womb of the sea.
My soul glides and wishes to fly
But i trust my life
in the palm of your hand
Ther's no place too far, too high
or too deep
I would follow you to the edge
of the world,
To the tip of the earth,
And gladly jump with you into oblivion.
Like diamonds in the streams
You light up the spark in my eyes
You made me want to live
When i couldn't find joy in life.
I'd bind myself to you,willingly
I'll hold you to your vow, for eternity
Our love,shines like a beam of light
Like the tears of the moon,
in the darkness of night.
Two lost souls, entwined as one
You are,love, my kingdom of dreams
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Ramya
Untitled (In Thee) 8/6/2006 1:06 PM
The North of my sea
My focal point, for eternity
You are my pot of gold
At the end of my rainbow of life
You are the air
that i breathe greedily.
Fire nor ice,heaven nor earth
Can pull us apart
The promise of your love
Mends my broken heart
I dance upon the air,
I soar across the sky
I plunge into the dark blue depths,
Into the the womb of the sea.
My soul glides and wishes to fly
But i trust my life
in the palm of your hand
Ther's no place too far, too high
or too deep
I would follow you to the edge
of the world,
To the tip of the earth,
And gladly jump with you into oblivion.
Like diamonds in the streams
You light up the spark in my eyes
You made me want to live
When i couldn't find joy in life.
I'd bind myself to you,willingly
I'll hold you to your vow, for eternity
Our love,shines like a beam of light
Like the tears of the moon,
in the darkness of night.
Two lost souls, entwined as one
You are,love, my kingdom of dreams
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Ramya
Untitled (In Thee) 8/6/2006 1:06 PM
Over The Old River
Vultures from the city ate some part of her,
There’s a woman on the cold pavement,
And on her sagging breasts, a tiny head rests.
She’s not the only one there—
Just there—by her side
Lies bare, a tranquiller, an addict
Her husband perhaps or brother
Unaware of the cold night
But shivering, half naked man
This on the street by the bridge
Over the old river
His bicycle was burnt by a mob today,
But he is safe, he is untouched
He returns hiding like a mouse to his roofless house
His child is dying with fever—
The sewerage cleaner, is helpless,
His third child perhaps or the fourth one
But yes his beloved son.
Not enough money for the medicine
So he feeds the rest leaves this one dying
This, in house number twenty on the bank
Of the old river
Today he felt he was—filth
His desires are dead and spirit broken,
People this man has been forsaken,
Three sisters to wed, a mother in the bed
But still hopes are high,
Height is the hope,
The height of the bridge from
The water underneath—and depth
Of its bottom though less than abysmal
On the bridge stands a young man, dismal
Over the old river
The four lads nearly killed her, didn’t they?
Kicked her out from the car’s back seat
But she stands, starts walking – there’s no time for talking
She’s walking to her room with shades
There’s no fear there of raids,
She’s cheap—a few bucks only—no aids,
But she stops on her way, its time the school ends,
She’ll pay her little brother’s fee today,
Oh! She feels herself sitting in his car one day--speeding
Over the old river
Don’t misconceive! The city is happy
The enemy feels dreaded, our fears lay shredded,
He’s a visionary, he can see
Now safer than in the mother’s womb,
We live with an atomic bomb
And no one would dare come in our way
For we have the power to blast them away
So he wonders how foolish these people— how terse
In mind, and more formless than his verse,
Perhaps because it hasn’t rained for months
Over the old river
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Anon
8/5/2006 10:56 AM
There’s a woman on the cold pavement,
And on her sagging breasts, a tiny head rests.
She’s not the only one there—
Just there—by her side
Lies bare, a tranquiller, an addict
Her husband perhaps or brother
Unaware of the cold night
But shivering, half naked man
This on the street by the bridge
Over the old river
His bicycle was burnt by a mob today,
But he is safe, he is untouched
He returns hiding like a mouse to his roofless house
His child is dying with fever—
The sewerage cleaner, is helpless,
His third child perhaps or the fourth one
But yes his beloved son.
Not enough money for the medicine
So he feeds the rest leaves this one dying
This, in house number twenty on the bank
Of the old river
Today he felt he was—filth
His desires are dead and spirit broken,
People this man has been forsaken,
Three sisters to wed, a mother in the bed
But still hopes are high,
Height is the hope,
The height of the bridge from
The water underneath—and depth
Of its bottom though less than abysmal
On the bridge stands a young man, dismal
Over the old river
The four lads nearly killed her, didn’t they?
Kicked her out from the car’s back seat
But she stands, starts walking – there’s no time for talking
She’s walking to her room with shades
There’s no fear there of raids,
She’s cheap—a few bucks only—no aids,
But she stops on her way, its time the school ends,
She’ll pay her little brother’s fee today,
Oh! She feels herself sitting in his car one day--speeding
Over the old river
Don’t misconceive! The city is happy
The enemy feels dreaded, our fears lay shredded,
He’s a visionary, he can see
Now safer than in the mother’s womb,
We live with an atomic bomb
And no one would dare come in our way
For we have the power to blast them away
So he wonders how foolish these people— how terse
In mind, and more formless than his verse,
Perhaps because it hasn’t rained for months
Over the old river
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Anon
8/5/2006 10:56 AM
The Prostitute
Round the corner
In the dilipidated house
By the French window
She sat...
Lips painted bloody
Eyes smoked
Cheekbones heavily rouged
Corset pulled tight
Red stilletos
Cigarette between fingers
Legs crossed
Red Lantern by her side
Night after night
For years
The same story
The giggle
The snub
The moan
The sigh
No justification
No dying parent
No jilting lover
The choice was hers...
Yet a craving
Not for love
Not for rescue
Not for a new life
Just tenderness
Not to be considered inanimate
Each one
The same
Failed lover
Frustrated husband
Desperate teenager
Rough gangster
Suave executive
The same hunger
The same need
The same moves
Stories tumbling out
In between the act
Mumbles,different
Yet the same
Tonight no differnt
Furtive glances
and then in he came
Mechanics followed
And yet the touch
Tender...
After years
She was moved
The tear flowed down
Wet his mouth
And then suddenly
The look of contempt
A shilling tossed
And out he was
Her body sold again
and his soul too
Like all others
So who was the prostitute...
Round the corner
In the dilipidated house
By the French window
She sat...
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Anon
7/31/2006 9:08 AM
In the dilipidated house
By the French window
She sat...
Lips painted bloody
Eyes smoked
Cheekbones heavily rouged
Corset pulled tight
Red stilletos
Cigarette between fingers
Legs crossed
Red Lantern by her side
Night after night
For years
The same story
The giggle
The snub
The moan
The sigh
No justification
No dying parent
No jilting lover
The choice was hers...
Yet a craving
Not for love
Not for rescue
Not for a new life
Just tenderness
Not to be considered inanimate
Each one
The same
Failed lover
Frustrated husband
Desperate teenager
Rough gangster
Suave executive
The same hunger
The same need
The same moves
Stories tumbling out
In between the act
Mumbles,different
Yet the same
Tonight no differnt
Furtive glances
and then in he came
Mechanics followed
And yet the touch
Tender...
After years
She was moved
The tear flowed down
Wet his mouth
And then suddenly
The look of contempt
A shilling tossed
And out he was
Her body sold again
and his soul too
Like all others
So who was the prostitute...
Round the corner
In the dilipidated house
By the French window
She sat...
Ah Poetry Orkut Community
Posted By - Anon
7/31/2006 9:08 AM
The Raven
I have seen the raven's black wings shut out the sun
And bring darkness to the world
And his cruel beak stab and tear
I have heard the raven say
"Oh, but this was not something I could ever do
I'm good, you know, I'm on the right side
"And if anyone tells you that it isn't so
Well, they are taking you for a ride."
I have seen and heard
The Emperor's heralds hail the raven
And blame the corpses his beak shredded
For their own demise
And the Emperor's heralds further said
That there was no darkness overlying
And all was right with the world.
Ah Poetry Orkut community.
Author- Bill
The Raven 8/8/2006 7:56 AM
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