sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in the streets
lost in the abyss
sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that roadside
my mind split so wide?
sweet child o' mine
why do I see you in that corner
reading a tattered copy of Homer
sweet child o' mine
why don't I see you anywhere
you gotta be here, you gotta be there
sweet child o' mine
why do I see you on the roof-
of your existence, I had no proof
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Sweet Child o' Mine is the third single by American rock band Guns N' Roses, and the third from their 1987 debut studio album, Appetite for Destruction. It remains one of my favourite songs, of all time.
Monday, 27 June 2011
don Juan goes psychedelic
is that all there is-
left of your psychedelic underwear?
it did help in taking my mind off
from the seven deadly sins
finally when I see you give those up-
dear, dear John,
I am no longer interested in you
hope you quench your thirst
by visions of the future
lolling in the company of
saints, monks, and meditation
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I had fun writing this. I simply let go of myself and ended up with a poem which might not make much sense. But so what?
left of your psychedelic underwear?
it did help in taking my mind off
from the seven deadly sins
finally when I see you give those up-
dear, dear John,
I am no longer interested in you
hope you quench your thirst
by visions of the future
lolling in the company of
saints, monks, and meditation
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had fun writing this. I simply let go of myself and ended up with a poem which might not make much sense. But so what?
radiating rays
I expect you to walk out
towards light
radiating rays go outwards
never to converge
I watch acrid summer
paving a way for you
"come walk out from that photo"
towards light
radiating rays go outwards
never to converge
I watch acrid summer
paving a way for you
"come walk out from that photo"
Friday, 24 June 2011
the middle is what we are
picture credit: Alison Jardine |
I see a crack
a minor thing though
yet a line that disturbs me
you may dot the face
you can't gag the mind
it will fly free
even with thousand bonds
why maintain a travesty of gaiety?
go as deep as coral
or as high as sky
but do not omit the necessary middle
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I completed 6 years of blogging and as always forgot to mention it here. I have come a long way from June 23, 2005. I have more than 1000 posts here. Maybe I need new ventures. Let's see.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
a statement
Monday, 20 June 2011
fruits dance on the walls
Sunday, 19 June 2011
darkening light
alighting from the sun
a child walks on the water
wind can't blow her away-
that child lost in the threshold
of life and after-life.
secret passages of the lake
close in. her dad rues
lost opportunity.
sky seeks the child back into its fold
"blobs of light will reflect first, yet take it away"
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
whispering ocean
trapped in it
whispers of air
prefer to stay put
rivulets of thready thought
grip me
I want to escape
into the endless ocean
"isolated, I let strawberry tickle me
Labels:
3WW,
free verse,
magpie tales,
Saturday Centus,
we write poems
Location:
New Delhi, Delhi, India
Sunday, 12 June 2011
dusty trails
Photo Credit: Rob Hanson |
my ham radio
I look out for it in the dust
I see the old telephone
hear your voice
crystal clear
with the dust laden towel
I wipe my tears
cold air touches
the back of my neck
when the ham radio crackles
I know it is you hidden in recesses of time
my next step, I stand at the edge of the mountain
if only he could see behind
the wall was built long ago
he sat in front of it
tried to look sad
he missed sounds, shadows
his muted form
saw it slipping through fingers-
willed it to stop
he sat in front of it
tried to look sad
he missed sounds, shadows
his muted form
saw it slipping through fingers-
willed it to stop
Friday, 10 June 2011
it never ends
your footfalls in the corridors
has jarred me numerous times
I have enforced discipline
with a firm voice
with a cajoling voice
also observe that, my words
only scratch the surface
that rage I feel
I keep it well hidden
yet your breathtaking smiles
has soothed my heart
"each year same story,
with different endings"
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This goes for all my pupils (girls) I have taught over the years, currently teaching and will continue to teach in future. Do check out friday poetically with Brian and also Friday Flash 66 by G-man!
has jarred me numerous times
I have enforced discipline
with a firm voice
with a cajoling voice
also observe that, my words
only scratch the surface
that rage I feel
I keep it well hidden
yet your breathtaking smiles
has soothed my heart
"each year same story,
with different endings"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This goes for all my pupils (girls) I have taught over the years, currently teaching and will continue to teach in future. Do check out friday poetically with Brian and also Friday Flash 66 by G-man!
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
eye for an eye
Sunday, 5 June 2011
clogs and wheels
Photo Credit: Rob Hanson |
such a familiar place
to be surrounded by machines
in a basement
or an attic
I endure the heat
the humidity
all these obsolete machines
you don't find them any more
damp air feels sweet
I taste it, only thing I can taste
in the nothingness of being
"come morning, all will be a plain field
no house, no attic, no me,
a ghostly presence. beware thoughts..
I come only on certain nights"
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Thursday, 2 June 2011
vitally bereft
I seek an empty space
insanity, you call it
an erratic path-
I walk in a straight line
luminous light from eyes of a deer
lead me to a small alcove
I hide my heart in there,
walk back to waste land
"bereft of something vital,
I feel so light-
I call it an omen"
insanity, you call it
an erratic path-
I walk in a straight line
luminous light from eyes of a deer
lead me to a small alcove
I hide my heart in there,
walk back to waste land
"bereft of something vital,
I feel so light-
I call it an omen"
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