Its really amazing that I am stroking the keypad in 20 days to write something on my own. Did it feel crippling, I would not go to that extent. Was it peaceful? Absolutely not. What was that? I guess something one needs to experience sometime to be far away from everything, entirely spending your time quietly with your parents. I did miss the life of big city (although it offers me nothing but frustrations, still it has its own charm).
All in all, I would join back soon. :)
Tuesday
Life
Unending,
Life is..
In darkness and in light,
Man swallows mist of happiness,
Staying thirsty,
For delight.
Engravings,
In the tomb of plight,
Shine in shades of virtue,
Accepting fate is matter of faith.
The history distinguishes
Wrong from Right.
Belongings,
Leave us or wait to be snatched,
In the middle of some lonely night;
Pick up those shards of dreams,
If dreams can
Bring some respite.
Pretending,
Helps carrying on,
The impossible, hopeless fight
A smile masking a sad heart,
Hides the tears of faces
Cheerful and bright.
- Flight_of_Swan
Life is..
In darkness and in light,
Man swallows mist of happiness,
Staying thirsty,
For delight.
Engravings,
In the tomb of plight,
Shine in shades of virtue,
Accepting fate is matter of faith.
The history distinguishes
Wrong from Right.
Belongings,
Leave us or wait to be snatched,
In the middle of some lonely night;
Pick up those shards of dreams,
If dreams can
Bring some respite.
Pretending,
Helps carrying on,
The impossible, hopeless fight
A smile masking a sad heart,
Hides the tears of faces
Cheerful and bright.
- Flight_of_Swan
Wednesday
Friday
Saturday
Streets of Philadelphia...
The blue collared rocker..who touches the soul..The Boss..Bruce Springsteen..
Wednesday
It was chocolate!!
It was chocolate,
A gift from the thousand miles..
Floating through the cloud..
Melting with your smiles..
Yes It was chocolate,
Which is still sticking on my tongue..
With its choking sweetness,
Like..sweet poison in my blood..
Ah it was chocolate,
Draped in verdant attire..
Weaving black magic spell..
Carried on lust and desire.
Ah sure! It was chocolate..
Sweet reminiscence of the hearts..
Through the valleys and the woods..
A fragrance from the far.....
Thursday
The love as it is!
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
- Oscar Wilde
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
- Oscar Wilde
Tuesday
The stone I loved!
Dimmed my vision with last glimpse of yours,
And a world I lost,
I was no longer my own..
And the soul offered its last prayers,
Someone marched on..
Crushing the flowers I gathered..
One can not wait for the statues to speak..
Depth was such, that love was the life,
And you were the altar I prayed,
demeaning was your silence
Heart of stone could never hear.
Demanding was the call of love...
Blinds are very often deaf..
Could you ever cry tears,
With those stone eyes,
Will you heart ever beat,
on the rhythm of love,
Was your divinity a gift of mine,
Which was gone with my faith..
Trust is a word of harem..
And a world I lost,
I was no longer my own..
And the soul offered its last prayers,
Someone marched on..
Crushing the flowers I gathered..
One can not wait for the statues to speak..
Depth was such, that love was the life,
And you were the altar I prayed,
demeaning was your silence
Heart of stone could never hear.
Demanding was the call of love...
Blinds are very often deaf..
Could you ever cry tears,
With those stone eyes,
Will you heart ever beat,
on the rhythm of love,
Was your divinity a gift of mine,
Which was gone with my faith..
Trust is a word of harem..
Monday
Lover Lover Lover!
Oh night, dont just slip away
Oh moon, dont stop shining,
This is the night of lovers,
Let their dreams swell up with sweetness..
Oh night you are pregnant with memories,
Of our first meeting,
These stars too remind only,
Of our beautiful love affair..
Why should we fear the unknown,
Why shouldn't we forget,our worries of present
When we are inseperable..
In the moments we are far..
Oh moon, dont stop shining,
This is the night of lovers,
Let their dreams swell up with sweetness..
Oh night you are pregnant with memories,
Of our first meeting,
These stars too remind only,
Of our beautiful love affair..
Why should we fear the unknown,
Why shouldn't we forget,our worries of present
When we are inseperable..
In the moments we are far..
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