Stalker

Silent lies the path we tread
Tread on our mission ahead.
Ahead you walk but cannot leave
Leave the hope that you seem to keep.
Keep up your speed or it ends
Ends with a snuff over a quivering rage
Rage is us as if death itself.

P.S| a looped acro.
Cross-Posted to Acrostic Only

I am your Death

I am no prince that anyone would wed

I knew not life until you came along

You kickstarted my life and then you fled

And I knew not death until you were gone

Who says a guy always needs to be strong?

Even you know girl, what you did was wrong.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

But what about the guy who feels the same?

Heart's in pieces, the one you once adorned

And there is no one but you left to blame

The memories of you still makes me cry

The tears i shed for you wiped my soul dry.

Now I am out here lurking in the dark

You make merry coz its not gonna last

And when the time comes, you will feel the mark

The sweet smell of cold revenge is my lust

Remember me when you take your last breath

I am coming my love, I am your death.

Washed up

Rain Drops fell on her...

She lay still....almost lifeless
Drowning in her blood.

A new day...a new dawn..

waqt ne di aisi hawa.
ki ghosle ki disha bhulaa di,
raah ne churai meri aas

ki badhne ki chaah mita di...

fir kyon aaj din naya sa hai,

kya phoolon ne hai pukar kari

mali aaj bhi baag seenchta hai,

nayi bahaar aane ko taiyaar khadi ...

the translation in English is somewhat like this-

the wind, the wheel of time that churned

i lost my sense of way back home

the path i walked, stole my hope

and with it the crave to move on...

then why does today seems so new?

is it the flowers that hummed?

the gardener still tends to his duties

waiting for the new season that's to come...

P.S| hindi poem by Pratsie.

A crude attempt by me to translate an outrageously awesome poem to English. 

Forgive me honey for the rough attempt.

Also crossposted from WL.

Had to post something here :)

A new makeover! once more!

I do hope you people like this template better than the other one. Coz i spent more than a few hours searching for it, and Kaka and Leo spent more than a day tweaking it for me. thanx a lot folks. Kaka, i owe you a treat...Leo, i owe you too, but i have to be in Bangalore for that. :)


Okays in another two weeks i will be back full time. 
Miss you folks
have lots of pending blogs to follow and read. Bear with me


FL

Update

Hate Internet Explorer
don't ask why.... btw am at home sweet home.. so blogging is the last thing in my mind right now. Kaka, bro..thanx a ton for helping me with the template...oh yes....pratsie dear, thanx to you too...

i am recieving mixed reactions for the template :( :)
lets see for a few more days...hehe...
sammy gal....thanx for the award.
these awards reminds me that i too have to acknowledge my friends soon.

Guwahati is awesome. I love my place. Its raining now, winter has arrived in style. Meeting Kangkana today...after two years...have to look extra hot :P
FCUK! am not supposed to rant in this blog. Anyways to lazy to update my other blog. will do that tommorow. Hehe...lots of stuff to talk about there. See you there tomorrow.

and hey Manju, thanx for visiting :P

Love, FL

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thank you

Scribbles

My scribbles

splashed with ink

jumbled up yet forms

A Poem

P.S| this is another form of poetry called Naani.

Naani is one of Indian's most popular Telugu poems.  Naani means an expression of one and all.  
It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists  up to  25 syllables.  

Losing HOPE

I think I had everything
that someone like me wanted
Such a lucky person i would be...
No one had predicted.


Everything looked bright, my family happy...
And even my business prospered.
Why was God so good to me???
About that sometimes i wondered.


I had grown to be a good father...
and even a better husband.
Luck never deserted me
and nobody about anything ever complained.


Who would have thought one day...
My dreamworld would come crashing down
Shattering hopes into oblivion
Quietly without ever making a sound.


Disaster struck without warning...
and the Gods spat at me.
From there on. 'twas a roller-coaster ride
Not a single route through which we could flee...


The first bolt came in the form of my children..
Both, victims of a terrible disease...
No matter how much i spent on their cure
I could not retrieve my kids.


My only lifelines, i lost
Never again could i be whole
And when my wife left me for someone else...
I was without a soul...


Sleepless nights and Endless pains
Numb, i had to endure
My strength broke down
and my health failed me for sure.


Every morning i wake up
to face a new challenge
Prepare my heart and myself
to gear up for a new change.


Now, every moment that's left
I have to duel with destiny
Have to keep faith in my self-confidence
to keep intact my dignity.


During the time of deepest crisis
She wasn't to be found
Now when my time draws near...
she is homeward bound.


Scores of medicine i take,
still i aint even a percent fit...
2 days until i meet her,
I don't think i can make it.....




P.S| written in the summer of 2005

When you are GONE

When you are gone, i know not life
Doomed to remain your unwed wife

The magic that you once invoked

The nightmares change the dreams you showed---

       Like a raw nerve sliced by a knife.

The zeal for life just got erased

Moment you stepped into the blaze

Sealed with your thoughts, am all alone--

       When you are gone...

The full moon lits the path unknown

To the place where we both belong

Together beyond life and death

I am coming....just keep the faith

The deathly waves carry me on---

         When you are gone....

P.S| a Rondeau form of poetry.
{A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain,and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabA aabbaA.
Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (A) consisting of a phrase taken from line one.The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).
1st para (Quintet)- aabba rhyme scheme, syllable count-8
2nd para (Quatrain)- aabA rhyme scheme, syllable count-8
3rd para (Sestet)- aabbaA rhyme scheme, syllable count-8


P.P.S| crossposted to TWL