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
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
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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
Moments Stolen
they had walked long enough
in search of escape
but found not much to suffice
just a rugged corner
with a cooling sunset
was all they got for the while...
the smoothness of his tone
the nervousness in her eyes
made each tell the other
of their troubled lives
they wanted out
they'd really tried....
a tear glimmered
on her cheek
the darkening sky
silenced her smile
and made her search the lower reaches
with her eyes, and nothing to find.....
they looked,
his eyes bespoke his love
she flushed scarlet
like the setting sun
she heard what he said not
and said a lot she wished him to hear.....
and then she sealed her affection
with a soothing embrace
and all else forgotten
they returned to their origins
as if nothing transpired
but as if a millennium passed them by......
=D
in search of escape
but found not much to suffice
just a rugged corner
with a cooling sunset
was all they got for the while...
the smoothness of his tone
the nervousness in her eyes
made each tell the other
of their troubled lives
they wanted out
they'd really tried....
a tear glimmered
on her cheek
the darkening sky
silenced her smile
and made her search the lower reaches
with her eyes, and nothing to find.....
they looked,
his eyes bespoke his love
she flushed scarlet
like the setting sun
she heard what he said not
and said a lot she wished him to hear.....
and then she sealed her affection
with a soothing embrace
and all else forgotten
they returned to their origins
as if nothing transpired
but as if a millennium passed them by......
=D
Sounds Of Silence
she uses all but words to speak
but says a thousand words to me
sometimes in laughs or loud shrieks,
she envelopes her hate and glee
she has no voice or so i've heard
but she knows my soul to be her friend
she has for ever companions yearned
and followed many for ages on end
she enters my environs like a breeze
and drives all else out the door
she rests me, puts me at ease
and says all that she has before
she shrieks and laughs all the while
and fills my solitude with noise
and then departs with a sweet smile
for me, she always had a voice.....
=D
but says a thousand words to me
sometimes in laughs or loud shrieks,
she envelopes her hate and glee
she has no voice or so i've heard
but she knows my soul to be her friend
she has for ever companions yearned
and followed many for ages on end
she enters my environs like a breeze
and drives all else out the door
she rests me, puts me at ease
and says all that she has before
she shrieks and laughs all the while
and fills my solitude with noise
and then departs with a sweet smile
for me, she always had a voice.....
=D
Beyond His Brush
he paints a bit
and ponders much
about his days
beyond the brush.....
about the times
he's painting smiles
but sees tears welling
in his muse's eyes
and the laughter those children
tried to hide
whilst he put them in paint and strokes
or rather tried!
about that couple
that earned well
but was never happy
their eyes did tell
and about his rivals
that meanly eyed
his every piece
and what he took home every night
and about that little boy
who only roamed
and had only a park bench
to call his home
and the blind man who sold
his talent for wages
but left all awed
of all ages
these sights he saw
and the stories he knew
were not half as sad
as what he'd been through
but he's left it behind
and now doesn't care much
for he's all about his musings
with or sans his brush.....
=D
and ponders much
about his days
beyond the brush.....
about the times
he's painting smiles
but sees tears welling
in his muse's eyes
and the laughter those children
tried to hide
whilst he put them in paint and strokes
or rather tried!
about that couple
that earned well
but was never happy
their eyes did tell
and about his rivals
that meanly eyed
his every piece
and what he took home every night
and about that little boy
who only roamed
and had only a park bench
to call his home
and the blind man who sold
his talent for wages
but left all awed
of all ages
these sights he saw
and the stories he knew
were not half as sad
as what he'd been through
but he's left it behind
and now doesn't care much
for he's all about his musings
with or sans his brush.....
=D
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)