Friday, February 23, 2007

Helpless!!!

Hmmm.... M back with my series of stray thoughts that i held back f0r one or the other reason.
This time i would be publishing two of these disjointed sets of ummm,lets say doubts...or moments i felt weak.

Helpless III/IGNORANCE/

Grazing the grass of reason,
Braying the plea of bliss,
Under the sun that burns;
Bearing the burden,
Of base mockery,
And a battle of wits,
With mute acceptance,
In the melancholic voids of memory.





Helpless 4/LANGUAGE/

Like a cluster of tadpoles,
Wriggling about in the road side puddles,
Sun soaks it up,
And the language dies,
Barely completing,
The second stage of metamorphosis,
Waiting to be,
Part of the pond that stinks...

7 comments:

Random said...

came across your blog through the other mirage. it feels good to have read through ur posts. u are an incredibly gifted poetess.

Aditi said...

hmm an interesting perspective as usual
=)

delhidreams said...

seems i'll have to accept these words objectively, from a distance like the others see them, and don't even try getting behind the comfort of why what n when...
seems, i'll have to see you from a distance, atleast sometimes...

delhidreams said...

seems i'll have to accept these words objectively, from a distance like the others see them, and don't even try getting behind the comfort of why what n when...
seems, i'll have to see you from a distance, atleast sometimes...

Sugarlips said...

Kabhi kabhi yeh dekh kar bohut takleef hoti hai kai hamari zaban kaheen lho gai hai...

Stay Beautiful...!!

madelyn said...

...i have been feeling doubt
as Adi may have mentioned...

love yes and still doubt -

tadpoles is a perfect -
perfect metaphor -
for your sublime way of
"seeing"...

and you and your sweetheart have
excellent taste in pictures for your posts...

:)

oceanic mirages said...

Random: Thanx...m flattered.
Aditi: hmmm...
Adi: not really...
Sugarlips: hum hain na aapki zabaan...
Sophie: thank u ma'am...
doubt i guess is essential to strive for life...vat say?

Mayfly.

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