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Friday, September 5, 2008

Sleepin in the grave

Every time the train chugs, I am reminded of her,

Wish the world stopped there once and forever.

Clad in the golden mist, she stepped out of the train,

Hazy twilight showering its grace on you, is it love or a love grain?

Placing your soft palms on my shoulder, you tenderly greeted me with a peck

on my cheek,

Not less not more , wish I had enough words to speak.

Hand in hand, we walked under a shady tree,

Nature at its best, I wish you could hear my plea.

Looking in her eyes, I felt the world at our feet,

Why do I get lost in them, as that’s where our worlds meet.

Tears rolling down her eyes, she made me feel what is pain.

I knew it well, she is not going to meet me or come again.

Moist breeze covering us around, waiting for us to come together,

Tenderly she wept in my arms and held me.. as if .. forever.

Held in the weight of emotions, I comforted her to stay,

She wept harder as if the world was far and away.

Holding my hand she quivered, weak and broken..

Didn know as the time swept, as if it was on a long run.

Sweet tears rolled down her cheeks ,rubbing my face and wetting it,

2lives were to be separated, a cloudy sky, a shady tree and beneath it .

The grip loosening, emotions high, she moved an inch behind.

I knew it was the time.. as the world wouldn unwind.

She left me once and for ever, trying to catch the last glimpse of me,

Train chugged away in the golden mist, I stood lost, broken … under the shady tree.

Me and bharath, our "Exam-ple of Chats" and our Re-(in)sults!


Results tomorrow..Huh?..Gosh!!You sure?

Bharath :

Perhaps, yes..

May be No

Some say they surely Know

Whilst other Dare not to vow

The reliable sources say then or now

So, better keep yourself on the toe..


Yeah, you've tried your best,

And I actually know the rest,

Putting wits to test,

May be I will be only your guest..

Bharath :


The list is out on its date,

And we all know our ill-fate,

Whether we Like it or hate,

Change it will never its state,

Lets just hope for stale draw and not a check-mate!


I wish your words turn true,

My exam-coffee is yet to brew.

All happiness is kept at stake,

Life at hell, is what they plan to make.

Ok, Let them try to choke or block..

I guess they still don know... That we'll definitely rock..

Bharath :

Hehe..Call it rocked or call it stoned

We're just a mere instrument- to be toned

You say, fingers crossed

The say its a matter of a coin tossed

What ever be it,

Lets keep hopes alive and stay away from utter-nuisances and crap wit!



Cold is the coffee and the ice is so hot,

My pulse is wet and numb is my thought.

Churning of our blood has just begun,

Hope the lather that it gathers is worth the fun.

Life is turning ,and so is our pot,

Lets see whether it would be believable or not..

Bharath :

Be it coffee cold,

Or be it those dreamy thoughts that the fairy told..

The "Story" is written bright and bold

These festive's are mere pauses,to keep the evil at hold

Dont bank upon "legends" buddy- be it old or even a Gold..


True are the legends, and so are the ghosts,

Just make sure, that we are the not their hosts.

I wish that this turns into a party thats worth the wait,

Else we all will be a part of "dooms fate"

I just hope to have a peaceful night,

Someone very close I wanna hold tight..

I dont really know why I'm abhorred and deviating..

But all I can sense she and her(s) scintillating.

Worn in a silver cover she is yet to arrive as a bride,

And I'm sure she is pretty witty and ready to take us for a long irony ride..


Yeah buddy,but, dreams are perhaps only the brighter side,

There's always the other one..The "anti-pride"

So,matter not..Be the it he or she

For our happiness will anyways "flee"

This is that "one last night"-So, keep yourself happy and free,

For tomorrow, you'll be on a slide, confronting a nutty nailed hunter on spree..


Well, guess its time to board a flight,

I've to go..as the moon is up and in bright-a-light.

Catch ya tomorrow mate,

Lets see whats in store from our fate..


Yes,have a brilliant "good night",

Make sure that you hold-things straight and lay to a sleep that's tight..

For when the, sun's brightness arrives as light,

Only God knows(!) as to whether it Would it be a "glorious shine" or a "mere fall from a height"..

*We bid good-bye..With A grin that defines the poetic-chat that we had so far..And a pale morose that's a harbinger to our tomorrows "death"...Would it really Marr? *

Just hoping for the best..

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

silky touch...

bits apart, and fur was out,
i was sure it wasn a goat.
i got up startled, and moved the curtain,
oh... S**t... it was a mouse for certain.
with al guts and courage i jumped on it,
soon i was cheering, as a wide fur was lumped on it.
i had caught the mouse bu its tail,
my rom was saved and so was my mail.
i picked it up and walked down the corridor,
some cried and some fainted on the floor.
i said.. "chill relax.. its very nice.....
after all its just a mice......"



putting thoughts to rest,
placing wits at its best,
my heart is pacing unrest..
as the bird is out of the nest......