tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85753092012-01-06T22:34:34.624+05:30Sweet sonnets and prolific poetsRahulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00882552177079595205noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8575309.post-12955400315630056422007-12-15T01:55:00.002+05:302008-09-29T14:55:04.764+05:30

15-12-2007 A.D.Neither are they savages armed with stonesNor do we share apple trees and pine cones.Mr.Frost it's not a wall now, it's a gate.Many of them, all around, that make me irate.Until today I thought everything was fine.Now I can only daresay and strongly opineThat somebody from your neighbor's lineIs the reason for these boundaries asinine.We don't fill their corridors with voices.Our

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10-12-2007 A.D.I was a painter trying to flee from my plight.My life was a lonely canvas in pristine white.And then she walked into it with her huesStraddling it fully with the most vivid views.Motley trees with leaves, both ocher and green,Skies strewn with clouds - afloat and serene,Nimble fawns gaily hopping from tree to tree,As if she had already contrived to beguile me.Amidst them all with

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16-06-2007 A.D.With our heads held high and hands held togetherNot failing to walk along, whatever be the weather,Sharing every joy and every sorrow with each other,Truly we were united like birds of a feather.Months down the line we will definitely recallHow we were in tandem - all in one, one in all.However tall may be the painful separating wallLive with the remnants of our memories we

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27-12-2006 A.D.If only I knew the scent was a mere illusionAnd the bloom was a mistake of perception,I would not have tried to water the plantWith tears of happiness and hopes infant.Ephemeral celebrations have plummeted.The spirits have all died down enervated.I can see flowers but together in a wreathReminiscent of the solemn shroud beneath.I felt I descried a rose, I thought I saw one.But

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16-12-2006 A.D.That moment when something snapped into two,Something my conscience could not easily undo,I sensed a turmoil in me just waiting to explode.Destruction of self was what I could forebode.Tumbling to the nether side like a pack of cards,My tenuous patience flubbed to bits and shards.The barrage of stones flung at the mind's mirrorReflected, in its broken pieces, unfettered temperI

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07-12-2006 A.D.As I looked into them, my mind went blank.My ship of thoughts, in her eyes it sank.There I stood facing the icon of pulchritudeCaptivated, attracted, trapped and glued.The spirits were reborn, the fire was rekindled.Fiery sparks of joy moved about unbridledExpressing unuttered and hidden emotions,Marking the beginning of silent celebrations.Where stood a grave, now stands a

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17-06-2006 A.D.Merry feet manoeuvred by happy terpsichoreansTo the left and to the right, back and forth once.While elves and fairies shall play mischief to my tuneNot caring about troubles and concerns picayuneSprightly sylphs shall dance around the night fireWith nothing to worry about, nothing sour and dire.The wind flows betwixt the branches of the treesExhorting them all to participate in

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02-02-2006 A.D.She calmly hops across, with the bustle in her hold,Running down the chequered path of lead and goldWhere in tandem the flowers of joy and sorrow bloom,Drums of victory are played along with pipes of doom.That is Lady Music, more magical than magic itself.Sometimes she's an angel, the other times an elf.When she kisses your lobe to whisper in your earKeep walking with her as Elysia

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26-11-2005 A.D.Who is it knocking and thumping at the door ?Who'd be trundling and stomping on the floor ?Sometimes a noise tramples all over the head.In fear we close our eyes, ready to be dead.Seems as it, a trap under the sword of DamoclesOr an abyss ready to gorge this bait in manacles.We move towards the rope, it gets ready to lynch.The noise darts at us as we continue to flinch.But wait

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28-10-2005 A.D. To meet and part is a sweet pain for the heart.I'm not able to find roads that keep us apart.The nectar of your love, irresistible and sweet.Devoid of you, no relation is true and complete.You are everything I am, my love, my existence.A bitter life this is with your tangible absence.People we crave and yearn for are hard to get.Efforts to obtain you, only failures they beget.I

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18-07-2004 A.D. Crimson memories in my mind fade out hard.I gaze at moments of the past, I can't discard.I walk in the deserted corridors of my mind.Remnants, dull thoughts everywhere, is all I find.I never understood where my step ended wrong.I have been thinking all the while, all along.I stand against the echoes of my own reflection.To discover all we did was right, no exception.I wish to

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10-05-2005 A.D.In its own parlance the early zephyr awakens me .The lapwing chirps and flies swiftly across the tree.The ruddy sky and the auburn soil bestir my senses.People squabbling at the tap don't reach a consensus.The tabloid lands in the balcony's attic with a thudWhile a harridan curses children gamboling in mud.I yawn and gaze at the seductive pillow on my bed.I prefer to scurry in to

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23-04-2005 A.D.I have a diligent stalwart for a lovely neighbor.He and his mate always find time to slumber.They are friends from school, never have fought.One goes by instinct and the other by thought.Both share a rapport, also a complexion sombre.The louder boy had a rough quarrel with a juniorAnd settled in this room after half the solar year.The taller slogs all night playing many a gameWhile

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05-04-2005 A.D.In turmoil, the waves come to hit the shoresWashing all the feet, in twos, threes and fours.Some rising high while the others stay low.Some racing to the edge, some moving slow.Leaving the coast of hearts, moist and warm,Drenched in the tides, caressed by their charm.Painting a magnum opus with a hue of maroonIn the sand that holds them away from the lagoon.Soothing many a pebble

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22-02-2005 A.D.I embrace sweet thoughts galore, early this morn.Through sonnets true, I rose to speak my heartTo praise the fairy who fuels tales I adornWith novelty and rhythm that can stand apartAfter this night in winter which stayed long,To trees weeping with joy that knows no bounds,With notes of silent rhythm I play my song,For yellow flowers that dance to these fine sounds.This road I

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14-02-2005 A.D.The prince left for the woods early at dawn.With quiver full of arrows ready to be drawn.Chasing hares and deer on his noble steed.Soaring like the wind, at a very high speed.He halted his mare at a still pond at noon.To rest and quench his waxing thirst soon.He first heard a rustle, then saw a silhouette.A lady allured him and he began to covet.He followed the pretty maiden on her

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14-02-2005 A.D.The edacious breeze neither leaves nor ceases.Raking through your hair it's hunger it appeases.As you walk along the lakeside, the roses envyThe garb so soigne, daubed in colors of glee.As you elegantly sashay beneath the skies blue,The serpentine lake finds a wrath against you.Undefiled drops of dew wait longer to dripTo seize your fine portrait before they can slip.The trees are

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14-02-2005 A.D.Across whispering vales t'ween lofty mountains,Witnessing tempests, floods and fecund plains,Like fish in blue waters, like feathers in the air,Tales of an angelical damsel travelled everywhere.From the farthest places people flocked to seeThe twinkle in her eyes and the charm so jaunty.Her strut in the meadows, her disporting hair,Wide smiles so abstruse with an enigmatic

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27-01-2005 A.D.I'm afraid of neither the dunes nor the hills.Not even the hyena in the woods that kills.No storm can thwart the journey I set on.I cannot take a break, be it dusk or dawn.I ride very bravely even at gloomier hours.I'm prepared to battle the darkest powers.A warrior's path is not clean as a whistle.A hero will find riddance of many a hassle.I'll watch every step and risk at each

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19-01-2005 A.D.I try to look beyond those innocuous eyes.The tangible smile on your lips that never dies.Your stroll in the park every time and then.For me, all about you, is still a good omen.An omen that calls forth pleasure, no pain.Opens your mansion down the memory lane.A mansion not arty, no statues carved in wax.I find myself awestruck, enchanted to relax.All I find is little time to stand

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