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2009-08-28T21:36:00.002+05:30

Am a Butterfly,
I fly.
I reach high
and touch the sky.

Why is the flight just so fake?
Someone give me an answer,
If nothing else, then,
for its own sake.
The reasons for which
seem all the same,
Some of em' still sound
so lame...
Never before has it been
the same...
Even if it was,
would have I shot my aim?

Am in a search.
Long lost on an island.
Quenching in thirst.
Wondering what,
will I find first?

What if I dont find anything?
What if I miss the small hints
in li'l somethings.
Well then,
I dont have choices plenty.

Just fly again.
Keep up the flight.
Keep flieng high.

What if there's a storm?
Like when the Gods, scorn..
Simple, I fly higher,
away from the storm.

But what if I loose it?
What if my eyes feel moist?
Should it be enough to
quench my thirst?

What if I loose my way?
Was I ever following one,
So to say?

Only one way to find out.
keep going till my soul
worns out!

I will conquer!
I will not Loose.
I will fly.
Fly HIGH...!

Why...?

2009-08-22T20:11:00.000+05:30

Do you ever wonder why?
Why it hurts to love?
What it means to cry?
To walk on air.
To flow with emotions?
Do you ever wonder why?
Why you fall so fast?
Why you have to say goodbye?
To embrace a soul,
To have to bid farewell?
Do you ever wonder why?
Why the pain remains?
Why you can't go on?
To never forget,
To live in the past?
I do and now know why.
To love, to breathe, to believ
To have faith, to have hope, to dream.
Most of all, to live.
This is why.

Change

2009-04-15T10:30:00.002+05:30

Helplessness and desperation,
Too lethal a combination
Just blows off my mind, petrifies my soul
Without a moment's hesitation.

I try to cry, not a single tear flows,
I try to breathe, the wind no more blows.
I brace myself, to face the fire,
I try to hold on to life, but away it goes.

I rebel, i fight, i retaliate,
I lose the war against my fate.
Like a phoenix I then rise from my ashes,
A new identity I then create.

The same old battle I carry on.
The same old act I'd left undone.
To be able to look myself in the eye.
I need to win the war I should've already won.

Again I set out on the journey old,
Again I let my destiny unfold.
Again I lose, again I rise,
Attempting to change
Whatever's been foretold.

You cannot be otherwise, You see!

2009-02-13T14:10:00.001+05:30

They said "You are good as good could be,

You cannot be otherwise, you see!"

At ten, I went late to school, and my teacher asked,

"Why this delay?"

I wanted to lie and say that I sprained my leg.

But being branded good I had no words to choose but utter the truth

"Sir, I got up late."

And my teacher said " You are so honest."

They said "You are good as good could be,
You cannot be otherwise, you see!"

At thirteen, my mom lost a hundred from her purse,

She ransacked the house and out came from her lips,

curse after curse.

For everyon in the house, but, for me she had no words

i owned it up and she said "See you cannot hold it long

Since you are so very true."

They said "You are good as good could be,

You cannot be otherwise, you see!"

At seventeen, my mirth knew no bounds,

watching the pairs go hand in hand in the grounds.

Someone said, "How can angel like you bear the devil inside?"

Taking the caution, like a saint i did pose.

They said "You are good as good could be,
You cannot be otherwise, you see!"

I glowed in the pride of my goodness throughout,

till warmth of it grew to a scorch so hot.

I simmered, I sizzled, I tanned and I burnt.

Till one day I longed not to be good,

because being always good didnt do me any good.

Still they said "You are good as good could be,

You cannot be otherwise, you see!"

In my dream, I wished to go to hell,

and see what do the bad do there.

Down came the angels and took me instead to heaven

and made me watch the bad from those heights.

They said " You thought did not match with your deed,

So you are good indeed."

And I slept assured that I am Good, and

I cannot be Otherwise.

I am a Woman

2009-02-03T19:20:00.003+05:30

I am a woman of the new times,
Which means I really haven't any clue.
Men may carry over some belongings,
But women will be altogether new.

Each of us will have to be a sculptor
Carving madly every stage of life.
Our models must be pure imagination
Dancing in the winds of daily strife.

I'm sure there will be much I will regret:
Freedom offers vast fields for mistakes.
But I will spend my time among the mountains
Bathing in the shock of icy lakes.

I know that I don't know what I will be,
And find that total ignorance inviting.
Those who want, come with me!
The journey will be painful and exciting.