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LOVE and the WIND

by bpbpersonals @ Wednesday, May. 30, 2007 – 10:41:38

Looking through the glass pane,
I saw you.
Sharing your lips with a guy,
Who stood firm in the deeds.

I did admire it,
really.
Really you did a great job,
Do accept my wishes.

Some day,
you embraced with your utmost.
Some day,
you hated the sturdy boast.

Some day,
you found love in me.
Some day,
we made the decree.

Some day,
you held my hands.
Some day,
we exchanged the thanks.

Now,
I found you.
I found you-
I found your heart.

Share your body as well,
Then-
I will congratulate you.
I'll love you to the fullest.

You know,
hurricane does destroy living.
It can shake the blood-
but this determination is unshakeable.

Few days ago,
you knew your companion.
Few days ago,
you threw your heart.

I congratualte you,
not coldly.
See the warmth in my words,
Yeah dear- I congratulate you.

Let the minds roll,
Let the time crawl.
Let the life run-
Let not your fun drown.

I won't feel guilt,
because there's no matter of satisfaction.
Won't I feel the guilt,
as you dwindled in your devotion.

You made a thrill,
you had the 'bull's eye.'
You fixed the arrow-
you did kill the innocence.

Wash your face,
Rinse your brain.
Find what are you here for,
Find what you desire for.

Greatness of you,
greatness of your act.
I thought that was just a rain,
I didn't realise the wind along.

Wind;
blow away the love.
Blow to the land-
where hatred and betray never prevail.

Wind-
blow away on your own...

'07bpb
( INSPIRED By SPIDERMAN 3 )
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A RIDE THROUGH THE FOREST

by bpbpersonals @ Sunday, May. 27, 2007 – 19:35:51

Darkness and silence of a forest,
three strangers.
A chirp,
two roars.
Fear ran-
In all three.
The first bald,
took a gun.
Had it six bullets,
fired five-
remained one.
The second deaf,
took a knife.
Showed his ability
and threw in the dark.
A moan,
Painful to hear-
he didn't know.
Went through the third,
Hurled a stone upwards-
was heavy,
Took him landing down.
Blood through the skull.
Searched other two,
No one in sight.
Heard the same roar,
thought of a lion.
A light in distant,
went near it.
Saw a cigarette lying nearby.
Took it,
first in hands,
then inside the lungs.
Took a long breathe,
thought he lost his anxieties.
Now the howl,
meant nothing.

Stood up,
Shouted aloud.
Threw the cigarette,
Saw his friends nearby.
Both dead,
as he read the impulse.
Got frightened,
had a book to ward off evils.
Read it,
Crossed his fingers;
as he saw a black cat passing by.
"Bread and butter,"
No bread,
No butter-
to eat.
He was hungry,
Belly wanted something.
Thought of fruits-
Saw an apple nearby-
thought of Adam.
Thought of God's denial-
Thought of God's curse.
Sat down.
wept for a while.
Stood up,
wiped out his tears.
Thought of someone,
Again saw a light nearby.
Went along its direction,
Saw a next cigarette-
Took it into the lungs.
Thought of the Alexander-
Suddenly heard the gunshot-
rather he felt the bullet.
He touched his belly,
and there was the last bullet.
Lying in his adipose-
resting as the food
which he was desiring for.
Before taking the last breathe,
Saw a black cat,
Holding a T-shirt,
written-
"STATUTORY DIRECTIVE: SMOKING IS INJURIOUS...."

'07bpb
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The SECOND once again

by bpbpersonals @ Monday, May. 14, 2007 – 20:34:24

Plan
of a gathering-
to share the knots,
to build up the plots.

Thrown was the party,
'Loch Ness' was sealed.
The fresh 'marine took the turn
and the drops learnt the sand.

Amidst the ups and downs,
along the highs and lows.
A smile was cheerful than ever
her voice lured the ageds.

Her voice,
a magical mystique.

Her thoughts,
the pronouncing classic.

Her lips,
the redness of those heavenly haven.

Her smile,
truly a hallucination.

She,
came along with all these.
This soul of mine,
urged to compile the annex.

The world,
which created this fact
that love is boundless
and within that bound
the one bound
with social norms,
with ethics-
would have felt sorry for the disguise.

The songs from the cords,
din't need a guitar to flourish.
The evergreen charm,
didn't need the caressing cosmetics.

Sing one more time,
let the seconds roll.

Sing me in that tune,
let the night flow.
Sing with this plight,
let the world know.
Sing for me,
let the darkness glow.

'07bpb
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FOR the LONELINESS...

by bpbpersonals @ Thursday, May. 10, 2007 – 13:35:10

There's one remedy,
If one tries to grab the solitude-
I approach to Antarctic,
Seals disturb me.

The strugle for own's existence,
vividly appears-
Blood spreads among the bondings,
So common are the incidents.

The pack hunts down,
scream spills in the air-
Union is the sense of intimacy,
these exhibit the courage.

Antarctic can't be lonely,
In search of eternal solitude-
I grab my index,
And there lies the space.

Might be a good reason,
To touch the sevens-
Is high for the rest,
I shall lower it.

Cross-bars of strength,
Are there in space-
They peep out our works,
We are just the viewee.

I can just remain still,
Watching them watch us-
Watch us in our works,
Position our sound as well.

Being alive,
Being social-
One wouldn't grab the solitude,
The one I wanted.

It's true,
Nature teases the being-
In sounds,
In flames.

I seek the solitude,
which is lonely within-
The morphology,
And the mentality.

'07bpb
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