tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18534213702546825892024-02-07T04:22:13.334-08:00Let me spit!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-69938501741957937322012-03-03T10:38:00.002-08:002014-06-14T11:42:19.317-07:00Fire 'N' IceI was soaked in my sweat in the heat …<br />
I was going blind …<br />
Thirsty and weak …<br />
And all I could think was about you …<br />
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Then suddenly,<br />
I could see your eyes sparkling …<br />
They were looking at me…<br />
I was getting back my vision in a whole new world..<br />
I saw the soft lips painting a smile on your face …<br />
I was no longer thirsty and frail …<br />
Your face brought a chill in my heart …<br />
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I shivered in the joy of seeing you again …<br />
The heat had sunk into the bliss of zephyr …<br />
My sweat had dissolved into a ray of emotions …<br />
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You were with me in the ‘other world’ finally!<br />
The world that belonged to us …Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-57770755011262511252012-02-05T11:11:00.000-08:002012-02-05T11:19:38.054-08:00A fire strokeYou touched me<br />
finally …<br />
Pulling me deep down<br />
into your world of magic ..<br />
Esoteric, I felt all around …<br />
Romantic, I felt inside …<br />
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It’s been long …<br />
that I felt anything like it …<br />
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My gratitude will be paid <br />
with my love and not in anyway ..<br />
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for I know that’s what even you are longing for !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-36151939390117574752010-05-15T05:40:00.000-07:002010-05-15T05:50:31.848-07:00RemorseA lump in my throat,<br />My sleepless nights,<br />Tiresome eyes and a blurred vision.<br /><br />Lying on my back,<br />My restless hands,<br />White ceiling stretching nowhere.<br /><br /><br />Too many gushing thoughts in my mind<br />My intimate emotions,<br />Heavy heart pulling deep into the earth.<br /><br />Blank papers floating around,<br />My black gel ink pen,<br />Invisible words casting ghostly shadows.<br /><br />‘It’s been months’, I thought.<br />Turned around and exploded my tears.<br />‘It’s been hours’, I sighed.<br />Stood up and wiped my tears.<br />Glanced over the room and was tormented.<br /><br />None could share the grief,<br />And they just call it a ‘Writer’s Block!’Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-28760618257803464802009-10-02T11:05:00.000-07:002009-10-16T02:56:38.304-07:00Lanka RestoredTiger shot dead.<br />Everything came to an end.<br />Finally! Tiger shot dead.<br />And everything came to an end.<br /><br />Nature, bestowed her best<br />in a land, to make it a paradise.<br />A paradise, Buddha once touched<br />with his enlightened thoughts,<br />buttered non-violence in it’s people.<br />While it’s people turned insane<br />of idiom, ethos and soil,<br />children woke up to<br />dodgy whispers of death every dawn.<br />And the paradise turned <br />insane with it’s people.<br />Insane, where they slaughtered<br />men, women and kids<br />with no exception of age.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j2hVoUlb5_d1ThegCtBhyphenhyphen4jE96vE681Zi2TWavY3YrIuCfuU2abAGAsM5LlAMI24Al_IUDdVIHco_tb76a_tzgl0T6g7Gk6QKCx8fNiK22n0IrsSC0AuLoX-eWro0lFxwlDhIEZDmuA/s1600-h/Sri-Lanka-Buddha-storm-Foto-Twerp.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0j2hVoUlb5_d1ThegCtBhyphenhyphen4jE96vE681Zi2TWavY3YrIuCfuU2abAGAsM5LlAMI24Al_IUDdVIHco_tb76a_tzgl0T6g7Gk6QKCx8fNiK22n0IrsSC0AuLoX-eWro0lFxwlDhIEZDmuA/s200/Sri-Lanka-Buddha-storm-Foto-Twerp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393134117525732082" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />‘Budham saranam gachaami’<br />Chants flew into deep nowhere<br />long since everything collapsed.<br />Chants! Chants twisted<br />into hurtful, damaging slogans.<br />‘Peace’ became a luxury for it’s people.<br /> Peace! Peace was when <br />their aggressive enemy would <br />tremble to death in front of their eyes.<br />Death! When death is removed for a spur <br />from one’s life, they found peace for a moment.<br />Death! Death is here again in another fashion .<br />Like a game, they played against each other<br />Slaughtering, shooting, shelling, stabbing<br />and they found peace for a moment <br />after each unsafe victory.<br /><br /><br />Tigers! Tigers all around, darted hungrily<br />for blood, flesh and triumph.<br />Tigers! They engraved the pain <br />of distress, danger and suffering<br />in their own natives with piercing claws.<br />Wild and fierce, they scuttled<br />with red eyes, panting and thirsty.<br /><br />The paradise, once bliss<br />now turned remains of a <br />non-violent, beautiful history.<br />A past that when to exile<br />by its own, under the ruined nation.<br />It’s soil now anesthetised by <br />the smoke of bombings and shelling. <br />Wrecked lives, screams of mankind,<br />pain of the lost and wounded, everywhere.<br />Everywhere, death showed it’s evil face.<br />None left with peace, if there is one.<br /><br />Amidst, never ending cries,<br />a roar of edict brought smiles.<br />‘Tiger shot dead.’<br />Everything came to an end.<br />Finally! Tiger shot dead.<br />And everything came to an end.<br /><br />No more bloodshed and misery;<br />thirsty for harmony, they urged!<br />Like a raindrop for a dry land,<br />Like a handful of rice for the famished,<br />They longed peace for a while!<br /><br />Tiger shot dead.<br />Everything came to an end.<br />Finally! Tiger shot dead.<br />And everything came to an end.<br />Aahh! Bliss, true bliss,<br />now they know what it means!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-82839267445620027262009-07-19T09:31:00.000-07:002009-07-19T09:36:37.981-07:00Storyteller<div>I’m a storyteller.</div><div> </div><div>People circle around me<br />to listen to my tales of<br />nostalgia, childhood,<br />love, hate, lust and<br />much more than that.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360210894700985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DeAg4SmQeK8n48Btc1ObaLeNApJjjAXujUbt7D-EEZi4A4Vx3e72e_g8CewRRmThnkleWrIq9FuKAhC0D7w9AjdyztY9jjvnQPsxChG9cl_PACfkAaOeospy7bQc0mt3vAu5hN4ySPU/s200/storyteller.jpg" border="0" />They laugh and cry with the<br />twists and turns of my stories.<br />I narrate my stories to all<br />willing to hear without any judgments.<br /><br />I need no sympathy<br />or empathy.<br />For I just need them<br />to hear and enjoy the<br />twists and turns of my life.<br />So they learn to avoid the<br />climax, I had at the end !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-78547204326916422232009-07-17T20:27:00.001-07:002009-07-19T09:39:37.049-07:00Secret Whispers<div>A touch of breeze …<br />so soft, so alluring,<br />it embraced my cheeks,<br />whispered on my ears.<br /><br />‘I’m the breeze.<br />I’m bringing love your way.’<br /><br />I had been breathless<br />for years now.<br />I inhaled the odor<br />of my voidances till now.<br /><br />‘I’m ready.<br />But I’m ready for a<br />hurricane of love.’<br /><br />I whispered back.<br /><br />The breeze passed by<br />smiling acrimoniously,<br />knowing it was not what I was seeking.<br /><br />And I waited for a hurricane of love<br />knowing it will only last for few hours.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211755866468210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYctdp1msEPxYugQKv91MRuORNPGKKFEGnC4bsIDKtTOXhAR9gmV7c1DLrmfVSa3H_aEyWq9P_Ma_SY9_I8cBlSh-pEr5BsQ8HJ14MIk6KLTjkC5I8M-fPmsOseCgHZNjPo5sbh1oC14/s200/hurricane-jj-001.jpg" border="0" />I’m smart<br />For I knew that secret<br />why the breeze had smiled at me !</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-45693404515793331732009-07-15T14:57:00.001-07:002009-07-15T14:57:32.476-07:00Hide & SeekHe was speaking<br />about some website<br />that’s teaching him<br />the basic’s of English grammar.<br /><br />I stared at him.<br />I was thinking something else.<br /><br />“You have failed in<br />the basic grammar of life.”<br /><br />I wanted to tell him.<br />But I remained silent.<br /><br />Then, he spoke about a website of<br />Indian international poetry.<br />Probably to get<br />my interest on the conversation.<br /><br />I again stared at him.<br />I was thinking something else.<br /><br />“You have failed in the<br />poetry of love and life.”<br /><br />I wanted to tell him.<br />But as always,<br />I remained silent.<br /><br />And this time, he too<br />kept quiet.<br />Knowing my thoughts were<br />flying far beyond his conversations.<br /><br />And we both, sat in the pub for hours<br />not talking to each other.<br /><br />Just playing ‘hide & seek’<br />in the silence and darkness of our lives!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-5922687643461208872009-06-03T06:15:00.000-07:002009-06-03T06:18:31.824-07:00Filthy Me<div>I smelled of cigarettes.<br />My hair greasy, my eyes<br />tired of sleepless nights,<br />my bad breathe of garlic and<br />onions, my skin dusty, my fingers<br />coloured with blue ink, my nails<br />bitten and unpolished, my sweat<br />with inflicting odor of rum and whisky,<br />my body dark and scars scattered<br />all over. And you said,<br />‘You are beautiful!’</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343089911028245362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsYnu7yYof3m-kQDUgHn_04jXlmCji4sGgFdhrl7l1bDtWq2_TeN68RLUDZfPOhrfR6bDjcUesYx-M2wcsAYToptQOrjT-_03eyU-gniILGM1NIUOq2qoT45Fc8ZFc4fiNYdYJnL8O9I/s200/shadow_girl.JPG" border="0" /> <div>I simply smiled.<br />Thought to myself.<br />‘You are a fool.<br />You not know how to<br />approach your<br />yearning lust to a woman.’<br />And I smiled again,<br />blowing the smoke on his face.</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-91299187542093656242009-06-01T18:38:00.000-07:002009-06-01T18:40:28.612-07:00Climbing the Rock<div>Bit my nails in distress.<br />Filled my eyes with gloom.<br />The night was shadowy<br />creeping on my soul with mystery.<br />Shuddering my weak body,<br />I was shuddering out of uncertainty.<br />I knew, I was helpless;<br />Helpless of my fear towards<br />the high and steep dreams.<br />It stood like a rocky mountain. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342538977374093106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODgET7x95EVbHUNcLORyrlWI14O_ssZsgQDsgl9jkJHaPRsIqVcTPQAUpdvJSUvdDCvFIg2q9QWTNDr616hMnC3kE9lfjX-gU3tTVGUu7WgTxdR6GPon7bgkV8Bn9OJc74QCw-jqjcok/s200/rak4_14.jpg" border="0" />The dreams seemed like a<br />mammoth long distinct from earth.<br />I felt weaker as I walked past it.<br />Felt numbness on my legs;<br />a sandstorm in my stomach.<br />I stood there, watching hours<br />crawling like a snake on a<br />polished black granite surface;<br />myself crawling with time.<br />Waited until dawn, and the<br />sun showed up with a bright smile.<br /><br />I touched the dusty rock<br />with my urge to climb.<br />Legs found a break in the rock.<br />I climbed, with a mission in mind.<br />I climbed, not to look down.<br />I climbed, not to look down<br />at my past, not to fall for it.<br />I climbed, not to fall for my grieves.<br /><br />Touched the peak, and climbed over.<br />Now I looked down and<br />saw a replica of myself<br />standing down, still shuddering.<br />But I felt wonderful, seeing where I was.<br />I did not look down to fall for my past.<br /><br />The wild illusion of myself that I<br />Was seeing down, I laughed at it!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-19546937254557010392009-06-01T18:36:00.001-07:002009-06-01T18:38:25.156-07:00TricksterI’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my beatitude;<br />Laugh with it for years!<br />Smile like a flower in the bright sun,<br />when I’m not able to.<br />Enjoy like a singer singing to myself,<br />when I’m not able to.<br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my beatitude;<br />Laugh with it for years!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342538340601366290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2LRzYWPblDf7mXbIN22ZCAxntRbARKNlThZV0j6pX1o_zkaOLv_bKL1GIEMBHI3ssLZs7_OX2oqzk4f1evrb9nOqnF6z804_M8ubIJ4p-4vvKKFRxENrNpa4oItUw7hUWTFlBt4J8CE/s200/M_trickster.jpg" border="0" />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my lust;<br />Groove in it for years!<br />Close my eyes as in contempt,<br />though I don’t feel like.<br />Moan softly to give pleasure,<br />though I don’t feel like.<br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my lust;<br />Groove in it for years!<br /><br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my agony;<br />Play with it for years!<br />Cry like a baby with no inhibitions,<br />though I don’t want to.<br />Write like I’m insane because of pain,<br />though I don’t want to.<br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my agony;<br />Play with it for years!<br /><br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my life;<br />Learn from it for years!<br />Make mistakes and try again,<br />though I can’t control.<br />Score well and bury it within,<br />though I can’t control.<br />I’m a trickster.<br />I can trick my life;<br />Learn from it for years!<br /><br />I’m a trickster<br />I can satisfy myself;<br />Tricking myself with my tricks!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-36451721722599824682009-06-01T18:34:00.001-07:002009-06-01T18:35:58.596-07:00EyesWhen you looked at me,<br />I jumped into your shiny eyes.<br />In that white creamy pool,<br />I swam for hours,<br />exploring it’s black deep annular depths.<br />I played with the soft red and blue<br />creepers in the creamy pool.<br />When you looked away<br />I was drenched by your love.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342537793033602274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgI-lnsBIE2CMeJyv9Br9zy7p3IaBifZCWWxsFeVSUIXObRz2Pv6l8q5vHrTfrGdVhK35JNKvYpuTYwLL8UqZvtu71UeWDwGQSH8d7DgR7uBh415BqnNlOaHV0QR5mRDJyPyO88TjdiO0/s320/eyes+man.jpg" border="0" /> I longed for you to look at me again.<br />Your each glance was like<br />the wild waves hitting a shore.<br />Left with froths of love,<br />I bathed in it fancily.<br />Your eyes stabbed my heart,<br />took out the hidden desires<br />with your sharp edged looks.<br /><br />Now I bleed.<br />Bleed, for I miss those sparkling eyes.<br />It never shines like that anymore.<br />Where has the magic gone, my love?<br />Did I kill it with my deep sighs,<br />over the long turmoil years of pain?<br />Or did you hide it within<br />your esoteric unexplored voidness?<br /><br />I beg you.<br />Let me see that magic in your eyes again.<br />I beg you.<br />Only once, if not for me for anyone you feel.<br />Or don’t you feel it anymore?<br />I just wish to see that sparkly look.<br />And I may die peacefully<br />For your soul shows itself in it !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-44840707773835340812009-05-27T08:56:00.000-07:002009-05-27T09:00:03.932-07:00The Witch<div><div>Dance!<br />Dance to the joy in life.<br />And I danced in a trance<br />absorbing all the beauty around me.<br />The muttering wind, cold grass,<br />flying sea gulls, the echo from the shore far,<br />the warm bon-fire, the grey clouded sky,<br />the distant folk music, the fresh smell of earth,<br />All circling my mind.<br />I danced. Danced in trance!<br /><br />Nightfall!<br />Ah, the night so enchanting,<br />when I opened my eyes.<br />I was naked like the nature.<br />The nature, so ready for my spell.<br />Air, water, fire, earth and my spirit<br />all invoked to a magic world.<br />And I was ready to cast my spell.<br /><br />Spell!<br />A spell with a magic portion,<br />so special, so strong.<br />Herbs picked from the sleeping woods<br />etherized by the night, a pinch of black salt<br />to keep away evil, lavender oil to fill it’s fragrance,<br />crystal melted dew drops carefully taken<br />from a frozen rose early in the morning<br />when sun kissed ‘goodbye’ to the stars.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533815034771282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxhMVg_-oi8jAUqsHeeWA4EMB9F2-j7G3pqjOOz0aSTUiaOTuKURB6UXB8Y9nWJbKHJjzS5vDcH8Bs7wuY0I3bsj0V1KqcWz_WQUmp3nH2zI2IqocB9hWjv75BcUrhmZXpKbv-IXaXXg/s200/witch.png" border="0" />A spell with a magic portion<br />very carefully prepared.<br />As I danced in trance,<br />I took the portion in my hands,<br />kissed it with my lips, repeating the spell.<br />And as I held it towards the sky,<br />I could see the full moon shining<br />to charge the portion with it’s magic.<br />And I danced in trance.<br /><br />It was for the young mistress<br />at the knighthood mansion,<br />to attract her love.<br />Too soon, they got married.<br />Too soon, all came for me<br />to cast my spells on others.<br />Healed, I healed their worries<br />and sorrows with my magic.<br />And I danced in trance for<br />many nights, naked like nature<br />to charge their portions,<br />to heal their worries and sorrows.<br /><br />‘Burn!<br />Burn her to death alive!’<br />And I burnt alive frying my flesh,<br />absorbing all pain within me.<br />Roars of my villagers, fire eating my flesh,<br />the heat vaporizing my blood, my hair turning into ashes,<br />my nails falling down half burnt,<br />all the pain that was killing me now.<br />I burnt! Burnt with all that pain.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533820350350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkM_irfgdKUGj5gCiDyIPBXUYhu7C35psoYFbkaNk1alWmr4fyY9wJrnIZZ556_1myOAFNDOvNGBVJZUjZk7LTTZ3mkYFwdQd4E4grhHAaMfns__AW5o4hEwN_H31HSjd61TTuTGY5GE/s200/l_7a35188481458b15e54b53cd8aece1f3.jpg" border="0" />I tried to stare at the<br />young mistress with his man,<br />who was giving orders to burn witches.<br />She looked at me with rage and hatred now.<br />Perhaps, she forgot the<br />magic portion that I gave her.<br />The magic portion which<br />brought her love to her!<br /><br />Burnt! And I burnt alive<br />frying my flesh until death<br />blending with fire,<br />that I invoked for all my spells.<br /><br />Burnt, I burnt alive until death!</div></div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-57973887259975823552009-05-26T11:05:00.000-07:002009-05-26T11:09:07.199-07:00TwilightIt was twilight, the very twilight that<br />painters, poets, writers and musicians<br />never ceased praising through their way of art.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340195895236423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC3tMlsPLHB4GvO41X1h58O6Rf0iWvX-jIxKkArVrgikl8mw7OtW8KnQX8SCc9mJthF_2E8Kow94BsV12pyGBoK4IWFEZvfPis-Xe2TBpQUMYn5sW72HUx0p63Td7iuOWrWtd89Vb84QY/s200/love%2520couple.jpg" border="0" />In that very twilight hour<br />As he lifted me with his arms,<br />I shrank like a cocoon<br />clinging on to his bare chest.<br /><br />As he kissed my forehead with his cold lips,<br />I went blank like the dark night<br />Pressing my lips to his soft skin.<br /><br />I was blank, indeed<br />Like a larvae inside the shell<br />in its own world.<br /><br />In that very twilight hour<br />As he explored my mounts and shallows<br />With his thin aimless fingers,<br />I shivered like a banyan leaf<br />Burning down my worries beneath me.<br /><br />As he licked my valley<br />I arched up my soul like a rainbow<br />Giving myself to him.<br /><br />I was shivering, indeed<br />Like the banyan leaf with<br />the tunes of the autumn wind.<br /><br />In that very twilight hour<br />As he took me over utterly<br />I slid down like the rainwater<br />through the pores deep down the earth.<br /><br /><br />I broke open the shell<br />and flew like a butterfly<br />To a new world<br />with my rainbow wings.<br /><br />I fell from the top<br />Still trembling like the banyan leaf<br />Slowly falling down<br />with my freedom of thoughts.<br /><br />In that very twilight hour<br />As he lay holding me in his arms<br />I found refuge under his sweating body.<br />As he smiled at me in peace<br />I felt the peace inside myself.<br /><br />I was at refuge, indeed<br />from all the worries of my life.<br /><br />It was twilight, the very twilight that<br />painters, poets, writers and musicians<br />never ceased praising through their way of art.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-54939496443930602072009-02-21T17:27:00.000-08:002009-02-21T17:32:59.780-08:00Once upon a time....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQUbZX8xvh1EwAJeAwhXX5PgE70aTOlpukAie51zRychzcTwLmWXS_diaV20_utkjXqkpLuLMzt3Z2FxGNbZ_1Q-fjE5vgWobw2ok5IMYtr1NOC1tf-wQS-4RT8TyudusDIgM20EGsh8/s1600-h/Cinderella%2520and%2520Prince%2520smaller%2520correct.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305428664970871042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQUbZX8xvh1EwAJeAwhXX5PgE70aTOlpukAie51zRychzcTwLmWXS_diaV20_utkjXqkpLuLMzt3Z2FxGNbZ_1Q-fjE5vgWobw2ok5IMYtr1NOC1tf-wQS-4RT8TyudusDIgM20EGsh8/s320/Cinderella%2520and%2520Prince%2520smaller%2520correct.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>There lived a king and his queen.</div><br /><div>Their tale of love</div><br /><div>spread across the world.</div><br /><div>Birds, animals, trees, clouds, people</div><br /><div>all talked about their eternal love.</div><br /><div>But they lived unaware</div><br /><div>that they loved each other</div><br /><div>and wanted to live happily together ever after!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This was the end of</div><br /><div>an unusual folk tale</div><br /><div>that was never read to children on bed</div><br /><div>as it din't have a happy end!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Should every love tale</div><br /><div>end "happily together ever after???!!!"</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-28126874972123482632008-11-21T10:42:00.000-08:002008-11-21T10:47:30.073-08:00'Death'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu48cgomQma1TziBpzyoucA2sIN-WWrzYV0zP2jx65GzhkpVUcLRDMBHRqkcUPfHGVrEmcJ_v-TPi0oaRcH0VsqjWx-n9biKnKzQQm7JyC1vpq12Hh_gmXiqV2224Kisav2zsCtPJVkA/s1600-h/7118866_800PICT0059rcopy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271183547915547234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJu48cgomQma1TziBpzyoucA2sIN-WWrzYV0zP2jx65GzhkpVUcLRDMBHRqkcUPfHGVrEmcJ_v-TPi0oaRcH0VsqjWx-n9biKnKzQQm7JyC1vpq12Hh_gmXiqV2224Kisav2zsCtPJVkA/s320/7118866_800PICT0059rcopy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Poor little, tiny leaves,</div><div>shivering with fear, </div><div>trembling to fall down, </div><div>as they see the others</div><div>being cruelly stamped by people on streets!!!</div><div></div><br /><div>You thought they were </div><div>shivering of the chill wind??</div><div>You are mistaken then, my friend. </div><div>They are scared of people down!!!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-26557829634468319692008-10-27T11:33:00.000-07:002008-10-27T12:36:25.288-07:00"The Fall of an Apple!!!"<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2BoZHrOuDpHMorqTmChYhYui1Y2Dy2kH4NgUxbcyVQ-JvwfNYmOUTmo7VqS4MldgJPHXfDzqn2pjs9GHtDY5I_DtFZLs_MRo3EZGqhal9rH5BTrmphl7wEH3CJRhkq3Ws6aFUIR_gmw/s1600-h/201210cly31vc7rr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261907635167342002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2BoZHrOuDpHMorqTmChYhYui1Y2Dy2kH4NgUxbcyVQ-JvwfNYmOUTmo7VqS4MldgJPHXfDzqn2pjs9GHtDY5I_DtFZLs_MRo3EZGqhal9rH5BTrmphl7wEH3CJRhkq3Ws6aFUIR_gmw/s320/201210cly31vc7rr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Autumn,<br />the time of fall.<br />Golden leaves<br />spreading on my lawn.<br />Barren branches<br />getting ready for snow.</div><br /><div>There stood,<br />a lonely apple tree.<br />Emptying herself<br />to welcome winter.</div><br /><div>And I saw,<br />the last apple fall.<br />As red as a blush<br />As shiny as love<br />'Thud'<br />it fell on the grass,<br />blending green with gold<br />and red on the ground.</div><br /><div>Through the window,<br />I saw the apple fall.<br />Red and glossy<br />like my window curtains<br />drawn to both the sides<br />only to see, the apple fall.<br />It rolled only a little<br />and laid calm on the grass.</div><br /><div>Fanciful,<br />was my mind<br />in the sunny cold clime.<br />Bearfooted,<br />I ran through<br />the wet uncut grass.</div><div><br />Hold on!!!<br />A phrase borrowed<br />not finding the right words.</div><div><br />'On the spur of the moment'<br />I was down to reality.<br />Seeing one side of the apple,<br />rotten and bitten by worms.<br />Disgusting and filthy, like my life.<br />Giving itself for birds to feed.<br />Dying of the pain from bird bites.<br />Rolled only a little with pain.<br />Died calmly on the grass.</div><div><br />'Clup'<br />tears fell from my eyes<br />flowing down my cheeks<br />to fall on the rotten apple.</div><br /><div>Yea, it was a fall<br />and that was a rotten apple!!!</div></div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-31316547941817823412008-10-17T05:02:00.001-07:002008-10-19T09:03:46.464-07:00'Tagged!!!'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ8Y1yefFOabuycRsutP23HlzgfK-6gXBvW6amDYze7EgoCQT4D6iQjDzan-EK6pPbBqKyP6tE9ULtW31DibWuIz8rfjsGEfyD2ESTRflaQ9lfFVX9q4xUPTIteApy1hrvbmixRlKjl8/s1600-h/venom.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258092204801309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ8Y1yefFOabuycRsutP23HlzgfK-6gXBvW6amDYze7EgoCQT4D6iQjDzan-EK6pPbBqKyP6tE9ULtW31DibWuIz8rfjsGEfyD2ESTRflaQ9lfFVX9q4xUPTIteApy1hrvbmixRlKjl8/s320/venom.bmp" border="0" /></a>Eyes<br />that intruded my heart,<br />injected the venom of love.<br />Infected and passive,<br />I became.<br />Too strong, his looks<br />Too weak, I became.<br /><br />Gentle<br />as he behaved,<br />melted my frigid senses.<br />Insane and anxious,<br />I became.<br />Too placid , his gestures<br />Too sleepless, I became.<br /><br />Aura<br />that he bore,<br />electrified my spirit .<br />Amazed and dazzled,<br />I became.<br />Too vigorous, his energy<br />Too charged, I became.<br /><br />Smile<br />that flowered the mind,<br />spread my hopes in life.<br /><br />No more, I would dare to write...<br />Can't you see?<br />I'm already tagged by his love!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-57185153416607106842008-09-08T10:24:00.000-07:002008-09-08T10:31:50.534-07:00"Cuban Cigar"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0OGK24WmWHv-MyCFxujGYZaGHQK-FB9jKeeARSlJTJRUKVi7mB64TWgRyuW-SyYP_ZAepShgFkauHlAmvhEt_2BCcRFPwZWMVJoHH4JYDpzFzEYUEvXKj1LHyiInjGrabLJ8NCxquyU/s1600-h/2417988600_dc8ac4351e.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243703996030858802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0OGK24WmWHv-MyCFxujGYZaGHQK-FB9jKeeARSlJTJRUKVi7mB64TWgRyuW-SyYP_ZAepShgFkauHlAmvhEt_2BCcRFPwZWMVJoHH4JYDpzFzEYUEvXKj1LHyiInjGrabLJ8NCxquyU/s320/2417988600_dc8ac4351e.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Far, there stood a man,</div><div>with a cuban cigar in his hand.</div><div>My eyes filled red with respect,</div><div>for, he resembled 'Che'...</div><br /><div>The urge for bread</div><div>became the urge for red,</div><div>which was the mass throb,</div><div>and it spread across the globe.</div><br /><div>Red,</div><div>it visioned equality.</div><div>It heard danger.</div><div>It tasted blood.</div><div>It touched the common man.</div><div>It breathed freedom, ultimately.</div><br /><div>Reminiscing facts,</div><div>mesmerically,I walked towards him.</div><div>Rippling smoke merged</div><div>into nature, not to be seen.</div><div><br />The Cuban cigar,</div><div>it's aroma has filled the hearts,</div><div>of many generations.</div><div>To feel that aroma,</div><div>I walked towards him.</div><br /><div>But it was not a cuban cigar,</div><div>just a normal one.</div><div>And he was not a comrade</div><div>but just a hypocrite!!!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-41330208784478452312008-06-05T13:38:00.000-07:002008-06-05T16:06:23.255-07:00"Fuck"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIYvU7qDxFyzNoLi-1glWRRJqYQMDkjB8Ezxdc691OAeuKtZOACgOnsLsT9mzFhaALZHm91hiBybKAbaYcyx7UaMEGU2xcC98XmizHFFNFVJtEB7Ob6rPu3ehzhLWmObSkUoNuO7cq0c/s1600-h/Phelan_FuckYou_72dpi_20cm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIYvU7qDxFyzNoLi-1glWRRJqYQMDkjB8Ezxdc691OAeuKtZOACgOnsLsT9mzFhaALZHm91hiBybKAbaYcyx7UaMEGU2xcC98XmizHFFNFVJtEB7Ob6rPu3ehzhLWmObSkUoNuO7cq0c/s320/Phelan_FuckYou_72dpi_20cm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208499960752201570" border="0" /></a>It was a cold night,<br />and she was in a bar.<br />She caught my sight,<br />and I was in her car.<br />She touched me....<br />kissed me...<br />And said,<br />"Come on honey,fuck me!!!"<br /><br />Again,<br />it was a cold night,<br />and she was my wife.<br />We had constant fights,<br />and we had our own rights.<br />She messed up with me....<br />shouted at me....<br />And screamed,<br />"My life got fucked!!!"<br /><br /><br />Once more,<br />it was a cold night.<br />and she had left my life.<br />Her thoughts made me sad,<br />and I was going mad.<br />I cried for her...<br />drank for her...<br />And cursed,<br />"Fuck you bitch!!!"Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-58805152378989203662008-06-05T08:35:00.000-07:002008-06-05T16:06:08.892-07:00"Blue"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RNjFM5j0KcOtUcKTnNhpEUct4oGinhtkm1UZEPibuSsNtAArcbUtKpEfOqSygddoRBSF2vmaItdebQEpLeXWagaP-VgIg7pdIDuU6fy3KnjYsDxEY_J03q9pL_KhOIDUSHBUnHxAodk/s1600-h/10052756-freediving-at-dean-blue-hole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RNjFM5j0KcOtUcKTnNhpEUct4oGinhtkm1UZEPibuSsNtAArcbUtKpEfOqSygddoRBSF2vmaItdebQEpLeXWagaP-VgIg7pdIDuU6fy3KnjYsDxEY_J03q9pL_KhOIDUSHBUnHxAodk/s320/10052756-freediving-at-dean-blue-hole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208421867391783538" border="0" /></a><br />Blue,<br />was my blood with grief.<br />Blue,<br />was my ink in futile.<br /><br /><br />I tried to hold my pen,<br />decently as I could,<br />at that moment.<br />Eight pegs!!!<br />It tried to hold my senses,<br />indecently as it could,<br />at the same moment.<br /><br /><br /><br />Tears and blood,<br />both tasted alike.<br />So did my<br />love and hatred.<br /><br />Scribbling on and on,<br />tore my love letter.<br />Like the grudge which<br />tore apart my love.<br /><br />Just one letter,<br />struggled again,<br />to satisfy my unhealed love.<br />But the vodka wouldn't give up,<br />without adding fire to my grudge.<br /><br />With an incomplete letter and love,<br />With an eternal grudge and grief,<br />I died, clotting in my own blood and tears!!!<br /><br />Blue,<br />was my blood with grief.<br />Blue,<br />was my love with the clots.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-49152757921786441212008-03-28T02:52:00.001-07:002008-03-28T02:54:24.510-07:00"SUNSHINE"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJucoil8ySQ6jsUm3KfbCxZorshjGox-wa8Rl5DOcLvWckQoHU_VcRRY5-gZMSIzcqd-1rUrecHSPUpUIgdhhkbEo7tWGjNyhq7T2Z4HjZS1cTtfj3-8G8JaMO_s4wFoR1kzc7spK_5AE/s1600-h/img_sunrise01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJucoil8ySQ6jsUm3KfbCxZorshjGox-wa8Rl5DOcLvWckQoHU_VcRRY5-gZMSIzcqd-1rUrecHSPUpUIgdhhkbEo7tWGjNyhq7T2Z4HjZS1cTtfj3-8G8JaMO_s4wFoR1kzc7spK_5AE/s320/img_sunrise01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182728444026519570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was a place<br />that never saw sun.<br />A place from<br />which I wished to run.<br /><br />Run away!!!<br />To a land of sunshine.<br /><br />Heating<br />my skin,flesh and blood.<br />Making<br />energy and spirit, flow like flood.<br /><br />Run away!!!<br />To a land of sunshine.<br /><br />Watching,<br />dew drops settling on green hoods.<br />rays of light taking over the woods.<br />desires of people making groovy moods.<br /><br />Entwined so much with life,<br />I could never run.<br />Fleeting from the darkling land,<br />I had nothing to be won.<br /><br />Though I hoped,<br />someday, sun would shine this end.<br />And it did!!!<br /><br />A day,<br />sun rose ultimately,<br />giving all the hopes,<br />that never drops!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-46079154381760536712008-03-21T20:18:00.001-07:002008-03-21T20:22:27.503-07:00"Snow"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUWF5gwClvwTSY1SFyZaJ-pa-4klo7mQP2iWXg-AZi5E6FCmconNj4Ihyphenhyphen-BEQ4OLTU__iYWXpG9ObEu4FgWJ8nZ_jdPmQcw19-tBzX0Bpb0VU7paSzLjk8br2_gIDPAorVe1BQPlI-jY/s1600-h/snow-bird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUWF5gwClvwTSY1SFyZaJ-pa-4klo7mQP2iWXg-AZi5E6FCmconNj4Ihyphenhyphen-BEQ4OLTU__iYWXpG9ObEu4FgWJ8nZ_jdPmQcw19-tBzX0Bpb0VU7paSzLjk8br2_gIDPAorVe1BQPlI-jY/s320/snow-bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180400915349471186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>A bird,<br />fluttered it's wings.<br /><br />Atrocious!!!<br />Was the snow.<br />Terminus!!!<br />Was far away.<br /><br />Poor thing,<br />it trembled in air.<br />Causing to<br />go with the wind.<br /><br />Still,<br />it fought, hushed up.<br /><br />Perpetual!!!<br />Was the weather.<br />Sempiternal!!!<br />Was when it would cease.<br /><br />Pathos,<br />to it's condition.<br />Fading into<br />the snow for ever.<br /><br />The bird was me.<br />The snow was grief.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-91645262551086728352008-03-18T09:07:00.000-07:002008-03-18T09:10:22.929-07:00"My Hubby's Love"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51yGUBXWFrAPnUn5soCbGOzk1MaQMkngwfd_M8YEQT4fOs7nnBnZRwgXRYvUydE8ynPVhotOhhvA07UH0X2D_1lzI3ZOTL465tRBlcI5mnEJakkrYqjnNqtrrYLsNxIfA4sC0nv4j1ro/s1600-h/Parrot+Love+Triangle+in+Omaha+Zoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51yGUBXWFrAPnUn5soCbGOzk1MaQMkngwfd_M8YEQT4fOs7nnBnZRwgXRYvUydE8ynPVhotOhhvA07UH0X2D_1lzI3ZOTL465tRBlcI5mnEJakkrYqjnNqtrrYLsNxIfA4sC0nv4j1ro/s320/Parrot+Love+Triangle+in+Omaha+Zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179114401703346866" border="0" /></a><br />Finally,<br />got married!!!<br /><br />I love him.<br />He also loved.<br /><br />I saw my entire world,<br />in his sparkling eyes....<br />Oh! what a life indeed!!!<br /><br />His love,<br />swirled up the blood.<br />So intense,<br />enchanting,<br />drilling bones,<br />caring,<br />overwhelming,<br />potent,<br />and what not!!!<br /><br />Wait a minute!!!<br /><br />You thought he loved me???<br />Well, my hubby loved his love.<br /><br />I should be sad,<br />desperate.<br />Aah!!! what a pain indeed!!!<br /><br />Still, I smiled.<br />For I loved him!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-5471269646920298652008-03-17T12:22:00.000-07:002008-03-18T02:52:27.305-07:00"A Unique Composition"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKuKTYkUHlaDFkRcczRDlpLBeDpjTkT8TzyILxHXs6Zyui2PEbYDAVHrQRehIXQqB5bae_fvXuElpAqnwK53lQHUUbNzM4AsCGeV6U7Y1zFsf28DV6LEZi1mz8v_CQeT7CI1O4i89RaI/s1600-h/AB72395~Music-I-Posters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKuKTYkUHlaDFkRcczRDlpLBeDpjTkT8TzyILxHXs6Zyui2PEbYDAVHrQRehIXQqB5bae_fvXuElpAqnwK53lQHUUbNzM4AsCGeV6U7Y1zFsf28DV6LEZi1mz8v_CQeT7CI1O4i89RaI/s320/AB72395~Music-I-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178793924128621218" border="0" /></a><br />A musician, once...<br /><br />composed pain and love!!!<br /><br />A wonderful piece of work!!!<br /><br />Compiled into a melancholic melody...<br /><br />from<br /><br />the beats of my heart,<br />the rhythm of my thoughts,<br />the tempo of my breathe,<br />the hum of my sobs,<br />the notations of my poetry.<br /><br />The music flowed...<br />from his heart but never reached mine!!!<br /><br />Probing for that flow of love...<br />I never found it!!!<br /><br />Though wanted it badly...<br />It was never found!!!<br /><br />But it was heard...<br />as an eternal reverberation of my love!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853421370254682589.post-11612578032046761302008-01-21T06:55:00.000-08:002008-01-21T06:57:01.767-08:00'Pravda'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AO_hSz9SOJht5t2wgQBSkT-YA71iTB2bxcQQ9d_y3hrl6tptDjW8D24NYuCf-cvnbutPfghYNFoLetABGnREsRBpmXEow-5QVRrDOA5VJtenkFGQH0f9590zQUJKcXTyGEQAGiBZyYc/s1600-h/newbornLLS14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AO_hSz9SOJht5t2wgQBSkT-YA71iTB2bxcQQ9d_y3hrl6tptDjW8D24NYuCf-cvnbutPfghYNFoLetABGnREsRBpmXEow-5QVRrDOA5VJtenkFGQH0f9590zQUJKcXTyGEQAGiBZyYc/s320/newbornLLS14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157943921743494706" border="0" /></a>'Pravda'*<br />my baby girl was named.<br />There she lied,<br />in front of me...<br />the beauty of the world.<br /><br />Tiny legs beating the cruelty.<br />Tiny hands pointing the reality.<br /><br /><br />"Did he love you ever???"<br />People asked.<br />'Yes', I avowed.<br />"This is the truth of our love!!!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Pravda" - is the name of the newspaper in the communist Russia which means 'Truth'Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6