This one also I found while flipping through my book. It's not one of my best and I'm only putting it up coz I think it rhymes a little..
I'm an outcast
Not here nor there
Lost in the crowd
But still alone.
It seems as if
My presence
Is unnecessary
Just a waste of space.
It seems as if my absence
Would ruffle no feathers
Cause no pain
Disrupt no conversations
Life would go on
As if no one had come
And no one had gone..
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Memories..
I wrote this poem quite a long time back and just found it as i was going through my books..
My sad memories
Stand out in stark contrast
To the mosaic of my life
Coloured in blacks and greys
They clash with
The happy oranges
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
I flip through all of them
At will
Like the pages of
A much-thumbed book.
I see each of them like a film in my head.
Sometimes they are black and white
Mostly they are colour.
As the film plays,
As the pages turn,
As I relive those memories,
I wonder how many more
Are to come.
For life is short
And can be snatched away,
In the blink of an eye,
One-tenths of a second.
My sad memories
Stand out in stark contrast
To the mosaic of my life
Coloured in blacks and greys
They clash with
The happy oranges
Reds, yellows, greens, blues.
I flip through all of them
At will
Like the pages of
A much-thumbed book.
I see each of them like a film in my head.
Sometimes they are black and white
Mostly they are colour.
As the film plays,
As the pages turn,
As I relive those memories,
I wonder how many more
Are to come.
For life is short
And can be snatched away,
In the blink of an eye,
One-tenths of a second.
ummmm... :|
When you find someone who is completely in tune with you; someone who runs on the same wavelength as you do; who understands you better than you understand yourself; someone who doesn't care how you look or dress or smell; someone who loves you in spite of your quirks or rather because of them; someone whom you can call at 2 in the morning if you can't sleep; someone who knows when you are lying; someone who gives you a hug even when you don't ask for one; a person with whom you can talk without thinking twice about it; with whom you never need to worry about being "politically correct"; someone who won't think twice about bailing you out if you get into trouble; you have got to hold on and never let go.. Hold on so tight that nothing will be able to tear you apart. It is so difficult to find someone so important that when you are lucky enough to have this person in your life, you have got to work never to lose it.. Hold on so hard that any storm, any hurricane won't be able to break the precious bond you share. This could be anyone you know, maybe someone you wouldn't expect... It doesn't matter.. What matters is that you have him/her in your life.
Monday, December 15, 2008
just some thoughts..
I was just thinking and came up with this..
Human genius, human emotions and human stupidity are infinite, it is said. But will there come a time in the lifetime of this planet when all the tunes that can be played will be played; when there will be no more tunes to play; when all the possible combinations of all the notes will be found...? Will there ever come a time when everything that can ever be written will be written; when there will be nothing more left to express, nothing more left to be conveyed through words on paper; when there will be no more ideas for books or stories or poems..? Is it possible that maybe one day, there will be no emotions left to feel; no pain, no sorrow, no happiness? Will there come a day when originality and creativity will fade away like old memories or colours on a canvas? Will there come a time when everything will come to an intellectual standstill, when there will be no flow of ideas because it has all been said and done before? Is genius really infinite or for that matter, is anything infinite? Life, love, friendship, happiness, the universe even?
Human genius, human emotions and human stupidity are infinite, it is said. But will there come a time in the lifetime of this planet when all the tunes that can be played will be played; when there will be no more tunes to play; when all the possible combinations of all the notes will be found...? Will there ever come a time when everything that can ever be written will be written; when there will be nothing more left to express, nothing more left to be conveyed through words on paper; when there will be no more ideas for books or stories or poems..? Is it possible that maybe one day, there will be no emotions left to feel; no pain, no sorrow, no happiness? Will there come a day when originality and creativity will fade away like old memories or colours on a canvas? Will there come a time when everything will come to an intellectual standstill, when there will be no flow of ideas because it has all been said and done before? Is genius really infinite or for that matter, is anything infinite? Life, love, friendship, happiness, the universe even?
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