I am just trying to write another poem, where i am not the speaker and she is.
Know I, he is not mine.
yet cant accept the reality
Divine, i would term the relation i have
yet i fear if it ends up well.
To accept the fact is what i try,
but in vein, and i merely fail.
All his love shared and possessed by her
and still i desire to have them
Deep in my heart, i envy her
her, who entered his life at first
yet i manage not to curse
for i know, i love him.
Down the pavement i walk as usual,
visualising him, holding my hand in his.
Hell did bless and i found him walking.
I found him walking not alone, but with her.
happily and hastily they walked,
hand in hand, chatting and laughing..
Emotionless i go the way forward.
My view scattered by my tears
yet hopeful in life i am and hopeful i remain.
He is not mine in this life,
nor can i have him in this life.
But in the next life, i will have him for my own.
5
The Mind
Unpredictable and distorted it is,
Turbulent and violent at times.
Simple and calm often, yet thoughtful.
Uncontrolled and reactive at times,
Lost at times, Hopeful at times..
Overwhelmed and emotional at times,
The Mind it is, capricious it is.
the abode of faculty of reason it is,
and yet uncontrolled by me it is.
the Obnoxious Mind it is !!
Turbulent and violent at times.
Simple and calm often, yet thoughtful.
Uncontrolled and reactive at times,
Lost at times, Hopeful at times..
Overwhelmed and emotional at times,
The Mind it is, capricious it is.
the abode of faculty of reason it is,
and yet uncontrolled by me it is.
the Obnoxious Mind it is !!
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Shravan RN
My Shadow
In yesterday's post "My Shadow", I tried to compare one's life with a shadow. Though I had the basic idea, I couldn't bring them to life in the poem.This is another modification of the same theme "Shadow".
Together with me he transversed
in lifes' ups and downs.
Never left me alone in the crowd
though the world deserted me.
Together we stood, united for ever.
Together in death stood we tied.
The other side of I, he is
My unique possession, my shadow he is.
Together with me he transversed
in lifes' ups and downs.
Never left me alone in the crowd
though the world deserted me.
Together we stood, united for ever.
Together in death stood we tied.
The other side of I, he is
My unique possession, my shadow he is.
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Shravan RN
Memories
Lay awake in my bed lately
and the memories flooded in
Went I, back to my lost past
and then tears flooded out.
Gone are those days of merry
Childhood fun and excitment.
I live now, in the world,
A individualistic world.
Life turned all around and
The memories still with me
Making me smile and weep
together at the same time.
Love the life i live
for i live with the memories
of the past life i had
Forever memories, me merry.
and the memories flooded in
Went I, back to my lost past
and then tears flooded out.
Gone are those days of merry
Childhood fun and excitment.
I live now, in the world,
A individualistic world.
Life turned all around and
The memories still with me
Making me smile and weep
together at the same time.
Love the life i live
for i live with the memories
of the past life i had
Forever memories, me merry.
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Shravan RN
My Shadow
In the dawn, behind me he walked
in my childhood, dreams i had
My dreams did follow me,
walked with me all along.
In the mid-noon,with me he walked
In my youth, i lived my dreams
I achieved my goals, and fame i had
stood I, with my head up, as he .
In the dusk, before me he walked
In my old age, memories i had-
of the life i lived so far.
sat i, reclined to my chair, remembering.
The other side of i he is
my shadow he is! With me,
in lifes' ups and downs he transversed
and when i am buried,he too will be.
in my childhood, dreams i had
My dreams did follow me,
walked with me all along.
In the mid-noon,with me he walked
In my youth, i lived my dreams
I achieved my goals, and fame i had
stood I, with my head up, as he .
In the dusk, before me he walked
In my old age, memories i had-
of the life i lived so far.
sat i, reclined to my chair, remembering.
The other side of i he is
my shadow he is! With me,
in lifes' ups and downs he transversed
and when i am buried,he too will be.
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Shravan RN
To My Mom
Two pictures that i took are combined to make this background, and then came the lines in mind. Mom, i love u.
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Shravan RN
Into Trance
Death, once again has become my favourite topic.I do not know this poem conveys the exact meaning that i wanted to tell, i do not know if its clear enough, but still its here, penned for you all.
By the time clock ticks twelve
By the time the world sleeps
By the time a new day begins
I will be into trance.
Into darkness I walk
Into trance I sink
Into reality I glide
Away from my life, I go.
Lived with hopes and dreams
Wanting to fly to newer heights
The wings but burned and alas!
I fall merely from earth to hell.
Into trance I blend my soul
Face I not the world, but
The reflections in my eyes
And then burn myself.
In solitude I live with hopes
That you, my best friend
Will come to me one day,
Save me and together we leave..
Till you ring the bell,
Let me be in trance.
I wait for you to come and
To share the life with you.
By the time clock ticks twelve
By the time the world sleeps
By the time a new day begins
I will be into trance.
Into darkness I walk
Into trance I sink
Into reality I glide
Away from my life, I go.
Lived with hopes and dreams
Wanting to fly to newer heights
The wings but burned and alas!
I fall merely from earth to hell.
Into trance I blend my soul
Face I not the world, but
The reflections in my eyes
And then burn myself.
In solitude I live with hopes
That you, my best friend
Will come to me one day,
Save me and together we leave..
Till you ring the bell,
Let me be in trance.
I wait for you to come and
To share the life with you.
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Shravan RN
Reality
Down the memory lanes i walk,
there i find me, innocent.
down the track of reality i walk,
there i find me, materialistic.
there i find me, innocent.
down the track of reality i walk,
there i find me, materialistic.
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Back To Home
A wanderer's life I lived till
all alone, all along, all alone.
A life so thrilling I lived till.
A materialistic lifer I lived.
Many entered, many left and many stayed,
still secluded, isolated and unlamented I live.
No binding memories, no love shared,
no care known, all alone I lived.
No nightmares no flashbacks no dreams
kept me away from the going.
Broken are the hurdles and bonds.
No maternal affection I possessed.
Left alone in the pathway of life
transversed I, with the current.
Faced, I the white face or world
all alone all along all alone.
No thoughts of mother haulted me
no soft feelings tempted me
no emotional outflows filled in me
I too turned materialistic with the world.
That night, drunk and drunk
I spent in the bar
the sedation of Bacardi on me
turned the mind upside down.
Rose those childhood memories in me,
the hours spent, watching waves,
the silly fights and games played
that heavenly affection my mother showed.
A flash of emotions in my mind,
decision made, back to home.
decision made, adieu cruel world.
Decision made, back to home.
The fury of emotions arose
from the grave I made for them
as I drove my car, drunk.
Miles to go the destination away.
Drunk, still drove the car and
the car braked and screamed
there I lay ripped in pieces
a flash of light fell on me.
The decision, back to home still burning
the decision unfulfilled while alive
fulfilled with my coffin reaching there
and my soul reached, alive.
Back to home I reached in my coffin, but
back to my eternal home I reached alive.
Participated in the poetry competition at college today, the theme to write was "Returning home after a few years". This is the rough copy of the poem I wrote though the original piece differ a little lot for this as I incorporated the theme to this, by a single line, "after years went past”. I forgot the actual ending of the poem, in fact I had reconstructed the lines from "...the fury of.... ....eternal home I reached alive."
all alone, all along, all alone.
A life so thrilling I lived till.
A materialistic lifer I lived.
Many entered, many left and many stayed,
still secluded, isolated and unlamented I live.
No binding memories, no love shared,
no care known, all alone I lived.
No nightmares no flashbacks no dreams
kept me away from the going.
Broken are the hurdles and bonds.
No maternal affection I possessed.
Left alone in the pathway of life
transversed I, with the current.
Faced, I the white face or world
all alone all along all alone.
No thoughts of mother haulted me
no soft feelings tempted me
no emotional outflows filled in me
I too turned materialistic with the world.
That night, drunk and drunk
I spent in the bar
the sedation of Bacardi on me
turned the mind upside down.
Rose those childhood memories in me,
the hours spent, watching waves,
the silly fights and games played
that heavenly affection my mother showed.
A flash of emotions in my mind,
decision made, back to home.
decision made, adieu cruel world.
Decision made, back to home.
The fury of emotions arose
from the grave I made for them
as I drove my car, drunk.
Miles to go the destination away.
Drunk, still drove the car and
the car braked and screamed
there I lay ripped in pieces
a flash of light fell on me.
The decision, back to home still burning
the decision unfulfilled while alive
fulfilled with my coffin reaching there
and my soul reached, alive.
Back to home I reached in my coffin, but
back to my eternal home I reached alive.
Participated in the poetry competition at college today, the theme to write was "Returning home after a few years". This is the rough copy of the poem I wrote though the original piece differ a little lot for this as I incorporated the theme to this, by a single line, "after years went past”. I forgot the actual ending of the poem, in fact I had reconstructed the lines from "...the fury of.... ....eternal home I reached alive."
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Shravan RN
Dream
A dream thee seen whilst asleep is not it
A dream seen in thy eyes awake, is it.
A dream that prolongs thy sleep is not it
A dream that keeps thy sleep away is it.
" A dream is not that you see whilst sleep,instead it is that which makes you not to sleep, it is that which keeps you awake all night long "
A dream seen in thy eyes awake, is it.
A dream that prolongs thy sleep is not it
A dream that keeps thy sleep away is it.
" A dream is not that you see whilst sleep,instead it is that which makes you not to sleep, it is that which keeps you awake all night long "
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Shravan RN
A Confession
It was new year ,
partying at the beach
i was drunk
he was also drunk
i was shaking
he was not
i was not stable
he was
i was unstable
he stood on his legs
i was sleepy
he took me to his home
i was drunk
he also was drunk
i was drowsy
he was not
he laid me on his bed
it was hot
he removed my dress
i was alone
he slept with me
morning came
it was new year
i was still drowsy
he was not
it was cold
i was shivering
he gave me warmth
his heat was high
i was wet
he was wet even
i was lonely
he was with me
its new year again.
alone i stand not now
for that night gave me
him to care,
the little kid in my hand
a gift delivered year past.
02-Jan-'08 Update :
I was trying to write a dramatic monologue.
Dramatic monologue as defined by wikipedia "A 'dramatic monologue' is a type of poem, favoured by many poets in the Victorian period, in which a character in fiction or in history delivers a speech explaining his or her feelings, actions, or motives. "
'I' stands for a girl and 'he' stand for her boy. hope i have made the idea behind this work now.
partying at the beach
i was drunk
he was also drunk
i was shaking
he was not
i was not stable
he was
i was unstable
he stood on his legs
i was sleepy
he took me to his home
i was drunk
he also was drunk
i was drowsy
he was not
he laid me on his bed
it was hot
he removed my dress
i was alone
he slept with me
morning came
it was new year
i was still drowsy
he was not
it was cold
i was shivering
he gave me warmth
his heat was high
i was wet
he was wet even
i was lonely
he was with me
its new year again.
alone i stand not now
for that night gave me
him to care,
the little kid in my hand
a gift delivered year past.
02-Jan-'08 Update :
I was trying to write a dramatic monologue.
Dramatic monologue as defined by wikipedia "A 'dramatic monologue' is a type of poem, favoured by many poets in the Victorian period, in which a character in fiction or in history delivers a speech explaining his or her feelings, actions, or motives. "
'I' stands for a girl and 'he' stand for her boy. hope i have made the idea behind this work now.
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Shravan RN
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