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Throw yourself back in your seat, and soar to these blissful regions  where there are neither strange faces nor harshness nor rules or guidance where sweetness prevails where lilac sways in gentle breeze where flowers emanate their fragrance where birds hop about in the garden bushes.... CONVERSATIONS This is one of those prose-poems which i wrote. I guess it was a dialogue between me and my friend arshawnaise,that sparked me off to write this, though we dint really talk anything like this ! p.s: initially this poem was named chat, but chat enthusiasts just forgot everything and started clicking on chat, thinking it was a link to chat, and so the change !!
. well now, and how r things ?
. things ?
. i want to know how u are..
. y
. shouldn't i know
. perhaps
. u are making me sad
. oh
. ...
. so
. so? heh, congratulations, you are in love with me. (oh, luv me,
hold me, never let me go)
. haha (fucker, he might be just charming me up)
. say thanks (how can i hold myself from loving u )
. u're very jolly today (maybe he isn't just charming me)
. i have to ask u a serious question (may be i'll die now)
. please do. (am i looking smart enough today)
. tell me, talk to me, tell me what you think, tell me if u r happy...
i am tired of being a destructive person in relationships..(how will
i let know..)
. y dint u mail me ?
. there is a river in my heart, that has the clearest water in the whole
world.
. hehe..mmm... (..y dont u just hold my hand and shut up)
. i feel like doing a portrait of u (god ! please make this relationship
work)
. in nude ? (see i can hit at the right time, ha me!)
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Here is a poem that just happen'd as i was working on a
chorus work for a play May 03, 2001
Mood Swings
a park can be
a real lonley place
if yu sad
you sit watch
watch the world
the world pass by
a park can be
a real fast place
if yu sad
you try smile
yet yu face say that
yu no care
a park can be
a real bloody place
if yu sad
yu see old
old smart kwool
n' yu give a damn
a park can be
a real odd place
if yu sad
yu see kids
playful lovely sweet
n' u give a damn
a park can be
a real bitter place
if yu sad
you see chics
stormy bouncy bitches
n' yu give a damn
o' a real lonley place
a park can be
if yu sad
this world can be
a real lonley park
if yu sad.
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I Smile,
I do this in the anticipation
Of meeting you someday.
I wait.
What comes of loving p'ple you've never met?
What I know now of distance,
I am fledgling
Steps, steps
Step by step
Move
Step
by
Step
Sounds of your heartbeats and laughter
Call me home from the woods for dinner and a bath.
Diary
March 05
LISTENING TO YOU READING MY POEM
Like in a trance
It is dense
Like the feelings you don’t know,
Or rather you know, and can’t show
Like those hollow days
Of a love affair
That just didn’t happen
Like that worthless minute
When you discovered someone cried
Thinking of you. (Oh.. something you did..
….something you said..)
Like that magical moment
At some historical monument
When you hear the music so clear
But that no one else hear.
Like in a trance
Like in a trance
It is dense
It is dense
March 06
She said 'This relationship cannot be repaired'.
Searching for the truth in her lips,breasts,stomach
I knew its difficult to repair when hearts are broken.
March 09
Seconds pass by
This is another long wait
I suppose this is the place, and
This is the said day.
I am waiting for someone.
That same darkness, the same voices.
Leaves fall, colors fade
Clouds move on. Its dark again.
March 12
Oh !, Why I keep thinking about you.
March 17
It is ages I listened to any music.
Shh....... Listen
Listen there is music here
Listen close.
You hear those echoes
Music
It keeps echoing inside you.
March 18
Someone watches you
The way you hold the
Little finger of your leg. (oh even that !)
Ha. even that.
Every shade, every blush, every wrinkle.
March 19
What do you mean, you cried ?
March 20
What does this night tell me
Sing O! and fill up this cold air
There is a black cat somewhere here
Now I cant find him.
my venus my precious my plenty
the joke is on me even in the scarcity
thats me i try i'm rare i'm all yours
ODE TO THE UNKNOWN PATIENT (Dedicated to the patient elsewhere, who the we* know only through the wave files, for it is their agony that we transcribe.) *we = The MTs (Medical Transcriptionists). This poem appeared in the iridium technologies in-house magazine, iriscript. Those who are not familiar with the transcription industry may have problems enjoying this poem. However if you are keen, just mail me, i am always happy to help.
I know your name, I know your pain
Know your history, family and fame
Don't know if its politically correct
To make a poem with you as the subject
Every file is a prayer for me
Something that pricks inside of me
Every key depression makes my soul light
With a hope that you will boldy fight
Across the seas, beyond the boundaries
The distances, and gripping numbness
A dictating voice rains down 'live'
That's about you; and its my life
Can't be prophetic, I am just a man
Only one thing that I just can
Is to wish you "Get well soon, be fine"
And return back in two weeks' time.
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this, but unfortunately i can't find them now. one of 'em is 'Furher Charit Manas', which I had recited at ccbm. if any one of yu have a copy of it please let me know This is a lovely poem written by my friend Fallon. I thank her for giving me the permission to put it up in this page.  LOVEWRITTEN IN THE STARS By and felt it would last forever? Have you ever had a true love, like the kind you have always dreamed of? Has he ever touched your heart, in ways he made you feel like you would never part? Did he ever tell you he would love you forever, and that we'll always be together? Haveyou ever gazed into his eyes, and feel his love,and see no lies? Did you ever feel with his sense of touch, That you could love him ever so much? Did your friends ever feel you guys would never part, and say there was no way this relationship could fall apart? Did they ever tell you this was like something from a fairy tale, which should leave you with no reason to cry or wail? My true love meant all of this to me, But this he refused to see. How could a love that was written in the stars, all of a sudden fall apart and leave you with such deep scars? I told him he would always be remembered, But the stars above will never again shimmer. I can't believe how someone can go, to someone you love to someone you used to know. ------------------------ She also added this to her poem when she sent it to me.. I Corinthians 10:12 So if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall! 
This is the latest (April 13, 2001) of my poems. I think it was
churning in my mind for long, and then in the end I was quite
satisfied with how it turned out.
Thoughts At An Abandoned Railway Station*
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They say inside every fat man there's
a thin man trying to get out. Exactly !
I say inside every big city there's an old
dying village trying to get out, desperately.
You look around, in every corner, every alley
Every gloomy postbox, there is a village archived
With all those years staring you in the eye
If you take the risk to stare back
(forget the risk, will u have the time ?)
. . . then, you see the rust
Centuries of rust. Building blocks.
The city, the future.
and beneath the nauseating sophistication
Lives flourish (!)
Rats, cockroaches, men, women, children.
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*Margaon, Goa. Sometime in November 2000
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