tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79694227861817452492023-11-16T16:11:39.797+05:30Iron in The SoulRandom RuminationsMEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-5680831600419332372009-08-30T10:05:00.002+05:302009-08-30T10:10:46.025+05:30WHEN ONE FINDS SOMEONE AFTER DEATHHistory<br />Craves not<br />For dates and events<br /><br />But many events don't need a history !<br /><br />......... As if<br />A mother getting gifted<br />With a son - was an event<br />Twenty one years old<br /><br />But a son<br />Found his mother today.<br /><br />Don't know -<br />A benediction<br />Or a curse -<br /><br />Of time<br />Of history ; Of Fate .....<br /><br />When one finds,<br /><br />And encloses someone<br />After death !!MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-82990335206858964052009-07-09T21:38:00.004+05:302009-07-09T21:44:18.061+05:30Only If You Knew !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZmBp9FeC-rvqfnd6cE41rrK4rgwNWCcK-QL7uXv_NBOEC9MApyik1xuOYkQw2susJvK9l_EEehTKXWXIHZPV5EA35kZZWPiErXjjzWpp6N4Or96ogU7rlMJUq7M23tv8tsNnzTP7ozs/s1600-h/Esoteric.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356493117715681554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZmBp9FeC-rvqfnd6cE41rrK4rgwNWCcK-QL7uXv_NBOEC9MApyik1xuOYkQw2susJvK9l_EEehTKXWXIHZPV5EA35kZZWPiErXjjzWpp6N4Or96ogU7rlMJUq7M23tv8tsNnzTP7ozs/s320/Esoteric.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>When<br /><br />The Clear, Starry,<br />Esoteric Nights………<br /><br />Go Out Of Reach,<br />And Iffy …..<br /><br />Adulterated,<br /><br />By The Dreams, Desires,<br />And My Own Consciousness …….<br /><br />I Weightlessly Float :<br /><br />Unmindful, Inept, Feeble …<br /><br />How ….<br /><br />Just A Hand To Hold ….<br />And Sit …<br /><br />Wordless !<br /><br />Could Do !!<br /><br /><br />Only If You Knew !!!</strong>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-41377003634374057982009-05-21T00:40:00.001+05:302009-05-21T01:59:10.808+05:30<p>Oft </p><br /><p>I've wanted </p><br /><p>to have a mirror on that wall ....</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Oft ...</p><br /><p>I've gone to the mart </p><br /><p>And returned without one !!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>For if </p><br /><p>I keep a reflector at home ...</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Where do I keep my face ??</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-29326304832546020402009-04-24T07:25:00.012+05:302009-04-24T07:53:19.788+05:30DO THEY KNOW ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMJpVqH6q6TZGNR7b6p4wpoSqqDTXXp7KpDtONFoLMz1bAe3bAdehqNWPgNhK04wCR8Hy-cRvy5m57XusRPgbjy1GUFPo78FKfGK5NakoEXqnYm2za-9-pBmOz8ttV-42akByRnNfbdI/s1600-h/DEATH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328072067354720578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMJpVqH6q6TZGNR7b6p4wpoSqqDTXXp7KpDtONFoLMz1bAe3bAdehqNWPgNhK04wCR8Hy-cRvy5m57XusRPgbjy1GUFPo78FKfGK5NakoEXqnYm2za-9-pBmOz8ttV-42akByRnNfbdI/s320/DEATH.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I waited to get </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">And then waited </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Having got. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></p></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Couldn't wait to love </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">But had to wait</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Having loved. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></p></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">While waiting </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">How I wanted to reach ! </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /></p></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">And now,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">How I hate </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Not to have reached</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Somewhere else !! </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></p></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I'm hated </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">For being 'dead' </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">But do they know - </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></p></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I really hated to die !!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p></blockquote>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-33293374400951278052008-10-04T21:36:00.000+05:302008-10-04T21:37:03.683+05:30EVER MET ?<div><font face="verdana"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="Verdana"></font> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">Ever met </font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">A dog whining </font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">In a lonesome street</font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">Where </font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">Silence of heart </font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">Is corrupt </font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2">With the whisper of lust ?</font></strong></div><br /><div><strong><font face="Verdana" size="2"></font></strong> </div><br /><div> </div>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-86392344274737572332008-01-18T12:43:00.000+05:302008-12-09T03:00:21.299+05:30TOGETHER ! FOREVER !!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMGiEQ6mvlQrWYvAlvhReMKK_gMHQ11VsnivvihcRgs1Jfm6QjZZXj0Xb7qhfBrTy1pZUqVNftiWM9h8g1jTinnJvA7K-neSPb4LDjSZ5bVevBzbTwrOBHgdUPW6C7XTHHDQAv-o-hbc/s1600-h/Together+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160346220017646386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="216" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMGiEQ6mvlQrWYvAlvhReMKK_gMHQ11VsnivvihcRgs1Jfm6QjZZXj0Xb7qhfBrTy1pZUqVNftiWM9h8g1jTinnJvA7K-neSPb4LDjSZ5bVevBzbTwrOBHgdUPW6C7XTHHDQAv-o-hbc/s320/Together+2.jpg" width="238" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I have certainly </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>no faith in miracles, yet I long </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>That when death comes to take me</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>From this great song </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Of a world ; it permits me to return </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>To your door once, and knock</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>And knock</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>And call out : </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>"If you need someone</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>To share your anguish, your simplest pain,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Then let me be the one.</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>If not, then let me again </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Embark - This time never</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>To return - </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>In the final direction </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Forever"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-19481254301278280062008-01-15T16:28:00.000+05:302008-01-15T16:45:22.336+05:30GUILT<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>The knarled knotted palm<br />Painfully outstretched<br />Sought just alms ....<br /><br /><br />Yet, I would not<br />Could not ..... </strong><br /></span><strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Face<br />His poverty-eaten face<br /><br /><br />Only sought to escape ..........<br /><br /><br />From him ??<br /><br /><br />From the guilt of<br />My radiant health<br />My tightly-held<br />Undeserved wealth !!<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></strong>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-68089367733233847202007-12-31T11:04:00.000+05:302008-12-09T03:00:21.626+05:30AFTER THE FALL<div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZBKeXY1Bi96efv69tqdsQIJDh7E8hPuRZYQzBHKnKGR8Q77SY_DfCz8m9IHRQcK7lU6tDDrlnklPu7U2jEp8djj9jcFJccZ8PI6OtXXl0UOaOG868bQBXAV_xHJIH1PhPPcCr6Mc-tQ/s1600-h/PG+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150007732769897074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZBKeXY1Bi96efv69tqdsQIJDh7E8hPuRZYQzBHKnKGR8Q77SY_DfCz8m9IHRQcK7lU6tDDrlnklPu7U2jEp8djj9jcFJccZ8PI6OtXXl0UOaOG868bQBXAV_xHJIH1PhPPcCr6Mc-tQ/s320/PG+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">For "My Love" of this life .........</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Oft </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We hurt most</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Those</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">We love most.</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">What if</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The hands that pushed you </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Over the last precipice ......</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Return no more </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Even as ... You Fall ??</span></div>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-2528527615438917892007-12-22T00:21:00.000+05:302007-12-22T00:36:58.101+05:30I AM NOT GOING TO ARGUE<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Don't remember the context at all, nor the source. Nothing in fact as to what must have made me scribble these lines so many years ago. Must've been that bout of insanity that drags me into the realm of the absurd. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">But even today when I happened to stare onto these lines flipping through an old, forgotten, non-descript note book of the distant past, they struck a chord somewhere within........ as if I'd written, or had wanted to write this today, may be right now. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>"I am not going to argue."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>"You won't argue, but you won't admit your mistake either. Why do you stick to it so ? And however sharply you may recollect now, you would, I dare wager, forget everything if you were to talk to him. You would approach me for not having refuted you more effectively now. If he so much as talks about a book. He's instantly ecstatic about everything beautiful .............."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-91841462979645047942007-12-19T10:09:00.000+05:302008-12-09T03:00:21.776+05:30FORGET, MY DEAR ... TO HELP ME OUT !!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmq2mzPA5dPOTghCQCdDVVO_wCreEhHGf6a3OMcWpZvzeRrAk7XcDV9isrWdmA6snFPUVTk0Z4aAaK0pOoIkzPwgUTIOYgJNO-5OUZeh1iQwVQfnVB-ERb8ltF-9Z4if2pZSzK5TqcrM/s1600-h/Attachment57909.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145542276747082338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmq2mzPA5dPOTghCQCdDVVO_wCreEhHGf6a3OMcWpZvzeRrAk7XcDV9isrWdmA6snFPUVTk0Z4aAaK0pOoIkzPwgUTIOYgJNO-5OUZeh1iQwVQfnVB-ERb8ltF-9Z4if2pZSzK5TqcrM/s320/Attachment57909.jpg" width="267" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">My call<br />Reached you<br />And faded off .....<br /><br />My eyes see<br />Only a void<br />Beyond you !<br /><br />My steps<br />Cease to help<br />Beyond this point ....<br /><br />Forget My Dear<br />to help me out !!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7969422786181745249.post-67439778302100592762007-12-18T22:17:00.000+05:302008-12-09T03:00:21.927+05:30WAITING<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxnDdvhLngcu8MiY_d-6jDzEZZOxHEw20L-NgS2kV9H1tqhpplGfAQfZ4nvwWYgUDOAocQznXhFZsWJr6SNqeJBtxisKdiJ6TH_gooQO25imX8o6D7Ee9UPAd9H0zxKothZLnzs_4Q5Q/s1600-h/DSC_17261826.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145363855215671874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxnDdvhLngcu8MiY_d-6jDzEZZOxHEw20L-NgS2kV9H1tqhpplGfAQfZ4nvwWYgUDOAocQznXhFZsWJr6SNqeJBtxisKdiJ6TH_gooQO25imX8o6D7Ee9UPAd9H0zxKothZLnzs_4Q5Q/s320/DSC_17261826.JPG" width="267" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Waiting .....<br /><br />For the unknown<br />Or perhaps for the one<br />Who's unaware.<br /><br />Confused, may be<br />But intense -<br />Waiting has a shape of its own.<br /><br />Ever seen that face<br />That ugly face of it -<br /><br />When one<br />Having been waited<br />And still waiting<br />For a beginning ....<br /><br />Finds the Heart<br />Waiting for The End ??</span>MEEThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230153223626579078noreply@blogger.com1