here i sit, unpicked
and gladly so
these days were never meant for those
who choose to go beyond the rose
here sit i, unpicked
and proud to be so
even though, a reject in the row
this smile remains unflicked
i'd rather be here than there
see the sun rise rather than set
and what better bet
than seeing love grow than tear
i'd rather feel the rain
than let all my care and joy
all meant for one [maybe even another] boy
go down V-Day drain, for it was never worth the pain.
so here's to those who enjoy their drink
solitarily, without another thought
to the other side of the day they never got
for there's more to life that's worth a think.
and here's also to those who chose
to stay true, to the tradition of a day
who's motive is to take all the love away
to bloom for the day, their rose.
Knowing Me...
- Aakriti Anand
- If I say I'm just a teenager leading a life as normal as it can get, I sort of defy what I stand for. Its not all that easy but it has its moments. I like those moments when they come along and they bring with them a significant amount of emotion, which I only began expressing in words at age 7. Since then, its all about the writing. It gets to certain people and some just don't get it! But I think that its important for me to write because that is maybe the only talent that exists in me [not denying the presence of good enough speech to win a few here and there =P] There is little I know and there is much I simply yap about but I make sure that if its really got to be said, it better be said, however in the wrong or right. I feel much. There are lot of things I plainly observe and those are sort of the things that I adore writing about. I'm inspired by minute details and small things that have a huge impact much later on. There is much more to me that most know and many have bothered not about. Not like I want them to. But I'd like to be known. And that's what I think I stand for, being known beyond what is known. =D
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Untitled...
I haven't written in a while and i only have myself to blame. it does not take circumstance to alter our devotion to a particular interest. the level of devotion is easily adjudged by the fight we put up against the circumstance. and i haven't put up anything of a fight. not even an inkling. no iota of my energy has been spent in cultivating a piece of poetry, or prose in my head, something that i used to do on an hourly basis. is it just a maniacal roller-coaster ride to disaster or just a phase? i cannot tell. i know for one that i can still write. but i don't know for sure whether the amount i was devoted to it earlier is the same now.
this state of confusion disables me from writing at all. so far, i've erased close to 5 different ideas, 3 prose, 2 poetry. i've switched 4 titles and a 1000 moods in trying to find something to communicate. i think the catharsis is necessary and so it must be done. but has anything out of compulsion or more ever been as good as something of passion and inspiration? i doubt it. but the need to express becomes so overbearing sometimes that even writer's bloc cannot contain. frustration mounting, thoughts buzzing, mind wandering - not the most conducive state to pen [in this case, type] the purest emotions. but perhaps this is the only breakthrough.
but this is applicable to everything, or almost everything, in life. i think when one reaches a breaking point, its builds up all the tension inside which needs a release. that release, usually being reckless, is in my opinion, the most sensible thing one can do. unless you do not give yourself a vent once in a while and wait for the "right time", it never will turn up. opportunity usually knocks on one's door but at times, you need to take that step forward, even if it means tripping and falling into a pile of dirt. at least it doesn't rest within you that there was something you wanted to say or do and never did because the perfect occasion didn't come by.
so with this, i leave you with the thought of being able to just do something, out of impulse, because its probably the best release to any sort of pent up feelings. and with this, i did just that.
=D
this state of confusion disables me from writing at all. so far, i've erased close to 5 different ideas, 3 prose, 2 poetry. i've switched 4 titles and a 1000 moods in trying to find something to communicate. i think the catharsis is necessary and so it must be done. but has anything out of compulsion or more ever been as good as something of passion and inspiration? i doubt it. but the need to express becomes so overbearing sometimes that even writer's bloc cannot contain. frustration mounting, thoughts buzzing, mind wandering - not the most conducive state to pen [in this case, type] the purest emotions. but perhaps this is the only breakthrough.
but this is applicable to everything, or almost everything, in life. i think when one reaches a breaking point, its builds up all the tension inside which needs a release. that release, usually being reckless, is in my opinion, the most sensible thing one can do. unless you do not give yourself a vent once in a while and wait for the "right time", it never will turn up. opportunity usually knocks on one's door but at times, you need to take that step forward, even if it means tripping and falling into a pile of dirt. at least it doesn't rest within you that there was something you wanted to say or do and never did because the perfect occasion didn't come by.
so with this, i leave you with the thought of being able to just do something, out of impulse, because its probably the best release to any sort of pent up feelings. and with this, i did just that.
=D
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
More To Life...
there is more to life than leisure
and hopeless pleasures
though the weather beats, and so do spouses
bear all without grouses
for there is more to life
there is more to life than nature
and joys miniature
though terrorists are spreading hate
and breaking news; wait
for there is more to life
there is more to life than a sunday
and every other weekday
though road rage kills
wait patiently for the thrills
for there is more to life
there is more to life than friends
and the meeting of ends
though every hour is a new fight
all will be set right
for there is more to life
there is more to life than love
and the rain and snow from above
though crops die and so do we
it shall be followed up with glee
for there is more to life - or so they tell me
but what they wait for, i am yet to see...
and hopeless pleasures
though the weather beats, and so do spouses
bear all without grouses
for there is more to life
there is more to life than nature
and joys miniature
though terrorists are spreading hate
and breaking news; wait
for there is more to life
there is more to life than a sunday
and every other weekday
though road rage kills
wait patiently for the thrills
for there is more to life
there is more to life than friends
and the meeting of ends
though every hour is a new fight
all will be set right
for there is more to life
there is more to life than love
and the rain and snow from above
though crops die and so do we
it shall be followed up with glee
for there is more to life - or so they tell me
but what they wait for, i am yet to see...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Picking Up The Pieces...
there was a storm, lightening and all
that broke all that i had
its over now but not reason enough
to make me fully glad
for there's a mess i have to sort
and a hell lot to think
i'll be picking up the pieces
left behind, before i sink
there's broken panes and shards of glass
with rough edges all around
they will cut but not enough
to bring me down
for there is more i have to clean
before i really reach the brink
i'll be picking up the pieces
left behind, before i sink
what is life without a hurt?
what's pain without worth?
what are wounds that never heal??
what is smoke without fire?
what's a goal without desire?
what good are we if we never feel??
there was much yesterday
and much that tomorrow brings
so i'll just pick up the pieces
left behind, before i sink....
=D
that broke all that i had
its over now but not reason enough
to make me fully glad
for there's a mess i have to sort
and a hell lot to think
i'll be picking up the pieces
left behind, before i sink
there's broken panes and shards of glass
with rough edges all around
they will cut but not enough
to bring me down
for there is more i have to clean
before i really reach the brink
i'll be picking up the pieces
left behind, before i sink
what is life without a hurt?
what's pain without worth?
what are wounds that never heal??
what is smoke without fire?
what's a goal without desire?
what good are we if we never feel??
there was much yesterday
and much that tomorrow brings
so i'll just pick up the pieces
left behind, before i sink....
=D
Untitled....
the floor is discolored of all hopes and dreams
baring the truth in all its transparency
my world blanketed by a sea of grey
engulfing my life in dark secrecy
the surface depressed beyond recognition
drains overflow with emotions
hearts failing, souls sinking
falling infinitely beyond destruction
but oh, the hope has risen
shedding its divine light
the surface resurfaces with renewed glory
beautifying all in sight
and oh, my world shining again
dreams rising to the fore
left behind are puddles of rain
to mirror what lies at the core.....
=D
baring the truth in all its transparency
my world blanketed by a sea of grey
engulfing my life in dark secrecy
the surface depressed beyond recognition
drains overflow with emotions
hearts failing, souls sinking
falling infinitely beyond destruction
but oh, the hope has risen
shedding its divine light
the surface resurfaces with renewed glory
beautifying all in sight
and oh, my world shining again
dreams rising to the fore
left behind are puddles of rain
to mirror what lies at the core.....
=D
Mental Conflicts...
a mood on my mind
but my lips are sealed
thoughts waiting to be unleashed
feelings dying to be revealed
but for the mood on my mind
my lips are sealed
lot many have tried
but to now i did not yield
though the war is on
i have fled the field
for the mood on my mind
my lips are sealed
many a truth hidden
much else is concealed
it looks superficial
but its all for real
there's a mood on my mind
but my lips are sealed......
=D
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
What I Feel....
when lost in thought
i find myself
in places i've never seen
in corners where i've never been
and yet they feel like
such a part of me
these roads that i've never traveled
mysteries waiting to be unraveled....
when in a crowd
i see faces
of people who i think i know
and those who i've watched grow
and yet they feel
so alien to my memory
like books left unread
and words waiting to be said....
when with myself
i know for sure
i'm going to different places
to see the different faces
that make me feel that
my life is real
like a journey of sorts
on the boulevard of thoughts....
=D
i find myself
in places i've never seen
in corners where i've never been
and yet they feel like
such a part of me
these roads that i've never traveled
mysteries waiting to be unraveled....
when in a crowd
i see faces
of people who i think i know
and those who i've watched grow
and yet they feel
so alien to my memory
like books left unread
and words waiting to be said....
when with myself
i know for sure
i'm going to different places
to see the different faces
that make me feel that
my life is real
like a journey of sorts
on the boulevard of thoughts....
=D
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