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 "
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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 Raghunath
In Memory Of A Friend
In thou memories will i ever live
In thou thoughts awake i will ever be
Thee shall move away in course of time
But thy memories will ever remain
Its hard for thee to come back
but still i shall wait for thee
left thy life to the heaven
and thy memories still in hearts
and those will ever remain there.
dear, you still live in out hearts.
ps:friend-personified cat
In thou thoughts awake i will ever be
Thee shall move away in course of time
But thy memories will ever remain
Its hard for thee to come back
but still i shall wait for thee
left thy life to the heaven
and thy memories still in hearts
and those will ever remain there.
dear, you still live in out hearts.
ps:friend-personified cat
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Shravan Raghunath
All Alone... All Along... All Alone...
All alone in my life i stand
All alone in my life i walk
All alone,deserted i live.
The love i have from all,
Another mask put on
All alone i stand and bear
All alone i live my life.
Your love a hope for me,
But proving to a mirage now.
All alone, all along, all alone..
Long for the love and
everyone seems busy.
Long for care and
masks put on.
all alone, all along, all alone
I live my life, unlamented.
Failed I, to know the fact,
that life is just like this
Forget I, the fact,
all alone i have to walk
all alone i have to bear
all alone i am to face
the world and the world.
All love a proven mirage,
Just a play of words and emotions
All alone i be in the live
i am to live unlamented.
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Shravan Raghunath
The Companion
Sitting in the visitor’s room is him
The companion of darkness,
Who I often feared but not now.
He has come to take me along,
To guide and walk with me along,
Through the unknown paths of live.
He has come to walk with me,
Not through the live that I live now,
But through the isolated path of life
That is to come after my death.
His face unseen and voice unheard
Yet so powerful to make me walk
All along, all alone, all along.
As I was along, I would imagine
How his appearance would be
And then visualize it.
His eyes so dark yet a smile on his lips
And I wish if I could smile like him now
For, it’s the last chance for me to smile.
He has come to take me along
To guide and walk with me
To the next life I am to live.
I see my life waving her hands at me
I see her bidding farewell to me
The life I had lived till now,
The life that I dreamed, hoped
Wanted and had isn’t mine now.
It has bid farewell to me.
The live I lived had given her place
For the new companion to own.
His waiting finally comes to an end
He is in the room now, with me.
Helping me pack the memories,
to carry along as he holds my hand.
He has come to take me along and
He is called by the name Death.
The companion of darkness,
Who I often feared but not now.
He has come to take me along,
To guide and walk with me along,
Through the unknown paths of live.
He has come to walk with me,
Not through the live that I live now,
But through the isolated path of life
That is to come after my death.
His face unseen and voice unheard
Yet so powerful to make me walk
All along, all alone, all along.
As I was along, I would imagine
How his appearance would be
And then visualize it.
His eyes so dark yet a smile on his lips
And I wish if I could smile like him now
For, it’s the last chance for me to smile.
He has come to take me along
To guide and walk with me
To the next life I am to live.
I see my life waving her hands at me
I see her bidding farewell to me
The life I had lived till now,
The life that I dreamed, hoped
Wanted and had isn’t mine now.
It has bid farewell to me.
The live I lived had given her place
For the new companion to own.
His waiting finally comes to an end
He is in the room now, with me.
Helping me pack the memories,
to carry along as he holds my hand.
He has come to take me along and
He is called by the name Death.
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Shravan Raghunath
Ripped Soul
I wish if i could split myself,my body,
my heart and my soul into two,
just like the reflections of me.
one for the one i love and
one for her who loves me.
i wish if this could come true
if i could exist in two yet unique
if i could be one and the same
in the ripped souls of my own.
it feels like nothing but hell to know
her love for me and to neglect.
it not just hurts but bleeds
it just hurts and bleeds to know
that some loves me,though known
that i am committed and not alone.
it hurts, bleeds, pains and finally kills
but i fear of standing this morbid state
i do not want to be killed by this pain
for my life is not yet fully lived...
I wish if i could split myself,my body,
my heart and my soul into two,
if i could exist in two yet unique
in the ripped souls of my own.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
The Girl In The Bus
English exam was too boring for me. Did finish writing then in one and a half hour and then the teacher announced that i will be let out of the class by 12:30 only.and yeah, about the exam, did the drama part to the best of my ability and poetry part was worst.Nor did i know about the poems' contents, nor did i read the notes.thanks to my junior for giving me her notes to read.With out your book, poetry would have been even more tough for me. so as said, i had 1 hour spare time in the exam hall, i had my pencil and the question paper was printed at one side only. the vision of the girl in the bus came to my mind, and i noted down that visuals in the question paper. here it goes :
The Girl In The Bus
Dressed in red and white she entered
the bus, with a serene smile.
talking to her mate and then laughing'
i who watched went motionless,
In her looks i fell unconcious
the eyes crossed just for once
and the contact made
a glare of her eyes and mine..
a world of stories to tell in hers
but i could not read any
as i only saw sadness filled
in them, and not even tears.
but then heard the bell ringing
i got out and watched the bus
gliding away, with her.
that was only a mintues' admiration
of the angelic beauty she had.
it was 12:30 then, and i got out of the class room as well.aah well that was a day...
The Girl In The Bus
Dressed in red and white she entered
the bus, with a serene smile.
talking to her mate and then laughing'
i who watched went motionless,
In her looks i fell unconcious
the eyes crossed just for once
and the contact made
a glare of her eyes and mine..
a world of stories to tell in hers
but i could not read any
as i only saw sadness filled
in them, and not even tears.
but then heard the bell ringing
i got out and watched the bus
gliding away, with her.
that was only a mintues' admiration
of the angelic beauty she had.
it was 12:30 then, and i got out of the class room as well.aah well that was a day...
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
Contaminated Life
Special thanks to a friend for the line she added. with out your help, this poem wouldnt have been completed.
In her attire tore,
lay she on the floor.
Weeping and crying "mother".
Her face covered in her hands,
shoulders down and eyes wet,
tears rolling down her cheeks,
covered in blood and sweat.
Her lips red, not of lipstick
but of bleeding blood..
A daughter she was
A sister she was and
a hope she was.
A virgin she was but not now.
Nothing left in her,but the life,
a contaminated life of her.
Yet she lived on earth,
suffering and bearing the pain.
White in the dawn and dark in the night,
smile in the morning and grin in the dusk,
the cohesion prostituted her.
Days went past,months went past...
And again a cry was heard "mother"
this time not from her,
but from the kid in her hand.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
Violin Strings
Another beginning.. it was about to begin...another argument with my dearest girl...but this time, i didn't want that to happen..kept my mouth shut and words unsaid.. dear girl, just know this, your happiness mean this world to me, infact a lot more than that to me...what ever happens, believe me, we are not going to be parted.
Better not play the violin
If the strings are going to break
But I will play the violin on
I care not for the strings broken.
Let my violin strings break
Let the concord break and
Let the discord play
Let the notes be “not”s
And let the violin play.
Let the violin strings break
And then I have my veins to change.
Let the violin play on my veins
Let the music flow and play
Let the music go on and on
Till there is blood in my veins,
Till there is life in me.
Let the concord never be broken
Till my soul rests in me
Let the heavenly music go and on
Till the break of vein and heart.
Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live
Let the past bother me not
Let the present bother me not
Let the future bother me not
Let my love for you to live
For the fact that I know you well
And that you know me well…
Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live
And I know that it will live
My love for you will live
And we will live for love
Sharing all our love and care
Then our violins will play
Not along but in choros.
The love we share is true
Our love will live for long
The violin will play the music
The music with no broken notes
The music with a concord,
The concord of our hearts.
If the strings are going to break
But I will play the violin on
I care not for the strings broken.
Let my violin strings break
Let the concord break and
Let the discord play
Let the notes be “not”s
And let the violin play.
Let the violin strings break
And then I have my veins to change.
Let the violin play on my veins
Let the music flow and play
Let the music go on and on
Till there is blood in my veins,
Till there is life in me.
Let the concord never be broken
Till my soul rests in me
Let the heavenly music go and on
Till the break of vein and heart.
Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live
Let the past bother me not
Let the present bother me not
Let the future bother me not
Let my love for you to live
For the fact that I know you well
And that you know me well…
Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live
And I know that it will live
My love for you will live
And we will live for love
Sharing all our love and care
Then our violins will play
Not along but in choros.
The love we share is true
Our love will live for long
The violin will play the music
The music with no broken notes
The music with a concord,
The concord of our hearts.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
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