Dec 19, 2006
Your lovely Heart
Vision is reality's shield,
Smile is tears' cover,
White is black's guise,
But your lovely heart's lovely beat-dance is my para-yielding desire's lover.
Its black, that...
Its yellowish, that the night
and her brothers are on a journey
out of the pink and maroon shoe-house
there would be starts smiling on the roof
Its orange, that on green grass
run lovely white rabbits, cute rabbits
the rain water runs over my bluish-crimson thoughts
now the innocuous meadows will shine again
Its but red, that the boat of life
will sail and a sailor will smile
as he watches the peak of no return.
Dec 18, 2006
Pink and Chocolate - No Ethics
Those days were best days of my life. I was alone in the 30,000 sq ft. farm named "Zheven". The girl's name was.... i don't remember. I called her girl only. Her lips always smelt like she just had had hot chocolate syrup. And pink was my favorite color those days, and her pink inners, smelt like chocolate. Chocolatey Pink and Pink Chocolate. I was alone in the 30,000 sq ft. farm named "Zheven".
Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu. One day, we went fr a walk near the beach side, we laid down basking under the sun, I was sipping fruit beer and having hot bread with cheese on it. She was continuously looking at me. Her eyes just observed me. A portion of cheese fell on my thigh, she just laughed. We went to swim after few minutes, and next morning I again had a very nice breakfast with her. Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu.
I lived there all my life, with girl. She changed in appearance every few days, although as beautiful as she always was. I never changed though. I remained there with her right from the first day of my life till the last. Lived free from all ethics and customs. I lived there all my life, with girl. Absolutely no rituals, no commitments, no returns and offcourse no return.
Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu. One day, we went fr a walk near the beach side, we laid down basking under the sun, I was sipping fruit beer and having hot bread with cheese on it. She was continuously looking at me. Her eyes just observed me. A portion of cheese fell on my thigh, she just laughed. We went to swim after few minutes, and next morning I again had a very nice breakfast with her. Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu.
I lived there all my life, with girl. She changed in appearance every few days, although as beautiful as she always was. I never changed though. I remained there with her right from the first day of my life till the last. Lived free from all ethics and customs. I lived there all my life, with girl. Absolutely no rituals, no commitments, no returns and offcourse no return.
Black and White - Chess
A game of chess
Black and white.
Pieces are black, pieces are white,
squares are black squares are white
the cosmos is painted just black n white
Black and black are never together,
white n white are never together
Still they say they are always together.
so merciless, so suicidal,
Kings and queen and bishops and rooks
and chess squares all drink the drinks to be drunk
but the pawns
die before they are born
Lines, squares so suicidal
Games end,
but they don't just
end with a win, but a defeat too.
Victory wins over and defeats the defeat.
So suicidal
Pink and black are so cruel
yellow and white and orange are so blood-thirsty
but black and white are so suicidal.
Death says, hello you there?
Black is her only nemesis,
white gets laid on altar and bleeds red and black
black death
chess board is broken
pieces are gone
the winner is dead, the loser inverted
this life of black and death of white
are so callous yet so suicidal.
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