Crashing's are violent and violent are the crashes,
Oh pity, the fragile canoe in she.
Undone was she by his and outclassed was her's by him.
Ragged out and torn apart was her feminine dignities, by the brutality in his filthy canine.
Alas!,doomed are her dreams and damned are her zeals, Her life,now a trod. So,
Get up, all you motherly angels-Fight this deadly act,
Egress forth thy anger, leathalize thy endurance-butcher out this bastardly bastardy with utmost gut and Courage!
Prompted at Acrostic Only
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Painful metamorphisms and eventful quietus;
Regretful decisiveness and jovial bleeds;
Between the slaughtering darkness and the carnaged dusk,
"LIFE"
Between the slaughtering darkness and the carnaged dusk,
Regretfully decisive and jovially bled;
Painfully metamorphic and eventfully quiet.
Regretful decisiveness and jovial bleeds;
Between the slaughtering darkness and the carnaged dusk,
"LIFE"
Between the slaughtering darkness and the carnaged dusk,
Regretfully decisive and jovially bled;
Painfully metamorphic and eventfully quiet.
It could be termed as a modified NaiSaiKu.. Wherein, i have made shuffling modifications in the reflection just to add more thump.
Your thoughts?
Your thoughts?
Bare foot management is pretty idealistic, and the basic assumption is that a fat pocket root would imply a brainy head goof!. On the other hand, the basic assumption behind tech'ed butter fingers is that everyone is inherently an idiot stuffed and sandwitched between a direct propotion of a fat pocket squared and the root of the tag's fame.
Can we ever have something for the moderates?. Its high time that a tech-geek and a management-freek shake hands!.To put it in other words, left stuff is pretty much too ideal and more inclined along the lines of being hypothetical. It assumes an Omega, when the nail has been struck over a big-Oh or perhaps marginally below the bets of Oh. Similarly, in assuming that every one is a righist essentially over the halo of the IIMs is perhaps a misconception, I am sure that they are not packed as a right, but moulded as one!.
A simple epitome of a fact, learnt this from my first rounds of mock GDs for IIM-A. Darn!, I just got to know how life is on the other side of the Moon!.
Talk about 99.81?!. For a second i turned dyslexic and assumed mine to be the strrev(99.81).
Ever seen a mirage?!- I did!
Dear Babe!,
Forgive mein!,
For those stars that twinkled yesterday
In between my darkness' and bleaks..
Please tell me..
What is ignored ?
And
What is it that's immense?!
That too in a vacuum!?
Even as those words of yours
At some approaching infinity-
Did put me to terror.
"Twinkles" of anger
That did only emanate not form Uns,
But,my reflexes- which were castled,blanched and clangored
And our "Immer uns" paths,right there, lay blanked and fringed !
Tut dir mein,
O', Lieben!
Dien stars of wampums
Still prevail, in depths unknown
Comfortably numb as i say,
But just as vague and frozen they lay..
Still piercing me form deep within,
and emanating
Nothing but a shredded pale incense..
Excerpts from pages of my dairy
-4/10
A tree-toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree-toad,
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree-toad tried to win
The three-toed she-toad's heart,
For the two-toed tree-toad loved the ground
That the three-toed tree-toad trod.
But the two-toed tree-toad tried in vain;
He couldn't please her whim.
From her tree-toad bower,
With her three-toed power,
The she-toad vetoed him.
Ven-her-hell in Min-her-hell - Vect-her and Sweat-her..
I-'mm-u-know! err"Dont you know?"- She's too snot-her , and hot-her! (too!)
Me-'m-her-rising and Pie-hip-lie-inng. Yeah!, She has a catch-her and top-her (too!)
Un-limited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're Follow-hers or Par-hell-hell pro-cess-hers!
Veneral in Mineral, Vector and Sweater..
Immuno!..err.. "Dont you know?"- She's too snotter, and hotter! (too!)
Memorising and Pipelining. Yeah!, She has a catcher and topper (too!)
Unlimited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're followers or parallel processors!
An epitome of "Split-o-logy"..
hehe..
Lolz..Very sorry for this horrible piece of poetry(if i could say so!..hehe!)..
This one's a heavily encrypted write..meant for only those people with De-crypting capablities..
We'll..If you were a part of that "back bencher"(B-hack Bench-her !? hehe) club..i must say..that you know it all..:)
*So Parental Guidance (PG) and Masters in Bench-mark decypting Applications (MBA) is a must..hehe..*
*Posted on heavy demand!!-Lolz~!!*
The don returns
Hers noted turn
return the nods
under the hot rents
One nerd thrust
Red hot stunner
No denser truth
The stern round
Hot,tender runs
Hunted snorter..
.
.
Oblivion
Have I forgotten. ?
Darn!
"I always forget!"
I Cavil within,
Murmuring and frittering..
But,
Know not how..
Despite my forgetfulness,
..She outbreaks...
.
.
.
Oblivion
Have I forgotten. ?
Darn!
"I always forget!"
I Cavil within,
Murmuring and frittering..
But,
Know not how..
Despite my forgetfulness,
..She outbreaks...
.
.
And there
I remember that I forgot
Sadly!
I forgot
That
She'd forgotten too...
I remember that I forgot
Sadly!
I forgot
That
She'd forgotten too...
.
.
.
Aha!
Laid on no dial.
Never odd or even
Evil I did dwell,
lewd did I live.
I did, did I?
.
.
.
O, stone, be not so.
Won't I panic in a pit now?
Are we not drawn onward,
we few,
drawn onward to new era?
.
.
.
(God Says..)
Lol!!
Draw, O coward!
A
Dumb mud!
&
Redraw a warder.
In
A
Redivider..
Eb, Be
Deified
&
..Now u Won..
.
.
.
Poetry with Palindromes this..
Hehe..
Dammit I'm Mad!
Huh?
Oh, no! Don Ho!
Ma is as selfless as I am!!
**Foot Note**
Hi All,
This one's termed a palindrome poetry..
Each italicized line in this poem is a palindrome- Including the title....(though a few words have been added to explicitly add a route..)
The poem is not just plaindrome without a meaning..(as it seems so)..
It is portrayed as a conversation between a "Man in Morose, cursing God-For his lost life.. " and "God's reply to the man's query..."..
Your take on this..?
This one's termed a palindrome poetry..
Each italicized line in this poem is a palindrome- Including the title....(though a few words have been added to explicitly add a route..)
The poem is not just plaindrome without a meaning..(as it seems so)..
It is portrayed as a conversation between a "Man in Morose, cursing God-For his lost life.. " and "God's reply to the man's query..."..
Your take on this..?
Is it that friendship is always sincere?
To think of friends who will criticize each other?
Are they friends of truth or is a pose? Is it possible that all friends be good friends?
Should we be choosy?
Ignore many ugly details,should we?
A-priori..
Friendship is a key that allows you to enter the hearts of others.
It is not a normal occurrence,
It simply happens, so very spontaneously.
Has no boundaries,
or makes you wait,
is rather a simple form of love, why?
Because friendship simply takes you to know unknown locations with a special person.
He teaches you to appreciate the virtues and flaws of others.
That person gives you advice and you spoke with sincerity,
you must never lie and you always have to forgive.
So friendship is simply love.
So I offer you my own and would like to never lose yours,
because you're the true meaning of our friendship.
It is not a normal occurrence,
It simply happens, so very spontaneously.
Has no boundaries,
or makes you wait,
is rather a simple form of love, why?
Because friendship simply takes you to know unknown locations with a special person.
He teaches you to appreciate the virtues and flaws of others.
That person gives you advice and you spoke with sincerity,
you must never lie and you always have to forgive.
So friendship is simply love.
So I offer you my own and would like to never lose yours,
because you're the true meaning of our friendship.
Posteriori
Friendship is a matter thats very relative. I don't think there is a person who might be completely true, nor sincere, because after all we are human beings, and the personal interests take precedence over any relationship. I think the only emotional bond that really is completely loyal and unselfish is that of a "hypothetical friend". I have a "friend", well, if you could call it that, somehow I have to do so since life's still attending, the fact is that we knew for X years, we were close(very close?, eh..Dont know!) knew all our secrets, good and ill, we were going everywhere together. When I was 18, we ended !
There's more to it than just a "jet lag" , but we never forget, we again see years later..
Ah!, then one fine day..we were about to return!..Cos my friend moved to the city where I was.
I even gave her the silliest of telephones..
The end?
We returned to see us!!!..and the treat began.. (us) as (we) relate with the same friends..
But never did we re-turn to be the same.
With no volvi to never speak of it, and how many times I've seen has been accompanied by our respective 'ours'..,
The truth was that the only way that achieves forget completely, is when they no longer feel anything for the other.
Eight poisonous cabbages
One garden of Eden
Thousand viles of barbarism
Stirring pang among a million souls..
Now let a billion hands get together
Hold a zillion placards
White background, black ink
One single cry
Through three bold words,
"Please Stop Terrorism!"
.
.
.
A plea against terror..
(Hope it doest go in vain..)
Condolences to the family and friends of the souls that were laid to rest due to the brutal act of terror..
(Hope it doest go in vain..)
Condolences to the family and friends of the souls that were laid to rest due to the brutal act of terror..
Amidst the reign of this eternal night,
She rises and falls.
Sinking down in dreams,
Letting the fantasies of each to multiply..
Whiteness on whiteness,
Stacked with the immortal dark night,
Sapphire,aquamarine
and then an occasional pearl..
Rare reflections of the dew,
Million mirrors of the sea,
Brilliant brightness of the river,
Your hands in Mine..
Paused silence
Muted speeches
Eye's glued-Blind folded..
..And Thus..
.
.
.
.
.
.
...
- Ending -
My Abrupt Dream!
- 23rd June 2002!
The passing of time
Though the loci of maims
Along the pauses
Decorated in a long silent clauses
I stop
I wait
Swapping across those flashcards..
..Pondering about..
The days that I spent
Running without breaks
Trying to pause and interpret
My illusions of a dream
Spending my routines
By the sweet follies
And tender bitterness
Building within me,a society of ruins..
Thinking of
The nights that I spent
Distracted and dissembled
Seeing your eyes in the hues of mid-air
Smiling in silence
Thinking Of
Nothing,but You..!
And
Now I wonder
Will tomorrow ever be mine?
When my life
Is no longer just mine
When my life leaves
Stories empty,incomplete and torn..
My life drenched in your essence
Soaked,colored and decorated
With your smiles,your hands..
(A sweet poison?)
I wake
I fall
I pause
In a long silence
Of Death
Spending my Life
In your Vertigo..
The sun's shining bright
Lighting a golden hue,
Sky caresses the clouds
Filling the spaces of blue..
The time machines hitting a pause
Waiting on the ides of July
Minds getting boggled,
As millions of formule fly..
The monsters though, are up and awake
Shouting slogans of-"we'll whip you, and we'll tame"..
Reflecting on these ticks of clock,we shiver and ponder,
Discounting on the marks and trying to minimize the Maim..
Alas!
The journey has begun
With gifts ready,perfectly wrapped with sorrow,
The plot lays plotted, the trap seems layed
Bleak seem our chances, more than just narrow..
Tread along now,I will, on this boulevard of knifey edges
Armoured with just a hapless soul, in utter problems of spate
Trying to fight against those distress' raised
Just hoping for a "stale draw" and not a "Check Mate"..
Powered by the Exam fever,and, Driven by my inability to slog...
Lighting a golden hue,
Sky caresses the clouds
Filling the spaces of blue..
The time machines hitting a pause
Waiting on the ides of July
Minds getting boggled,
As millions of formule fly..
The monsters though, are up and awake
Shouting slogans of-"we'll whip you, and we'll tame"..
Reflecting on these ticks of clock,we shiver and ponder,
Discounting on the marks and trying to minimize the Maim..
Alas!
The journey has begun
With gifts ready,perfectly wrapped with sorrow,
The plot lays plotted, the trap seems layed
Bleak seem our chances, more than just narrow..
Tread along now,I will, on this boulevard of knifey edges
Armoured with just a hapless soul, in utter problems of spate
Trying to fight against those distress' raised
Just hoping for a "stale draw" and not a "Check Mate"..
Powered by the Exam fever,and, Driven by my inability to slog...
Goddess!
.
If the edge of the foam conforms
With the texture of your lips,
Your smile repeats,Ah! what levÃsimo!
Across the blue perennial
You fly
Treading the hue that gave you life
but
That hue goes dry,crumpling
Lends itself to sea
And as all the words of your love fade
The truth lies
In the same huey waves that intertwine
Alas!, A deception
-!nversed Poignancy!
.
If the edge of the foam conforms
With the texture of your lips,
Your smile repeats,Ah! what levÃsimo!
Across the blue perennial
You fly
Treading the hue that gave you life
but
That hue goes dry,crumpling
Lends itself to sea
And as all the words of your love fade
The truth lies
In the same huey waves that intertwine
Alas!, A deception
-!nversed Poignancy!
When the bright sun rises she is already
awake shaking from the chill of sweat
drowning her clothes. Dark circles
cage her bloodshot eyes as hollow laughter
echoes from a tormented mind. Tears run by,
she rocks back and forth to shake off the nightmares.
Every night she falls into the monsters hands.
awake shaking from the chill of sweat
drowning her clothes. Dark circles
cage her bloodshot eyes as hollow laughter
echoes from a tormented mind. Tears run by,
she rocks back and forth to shake off the nightmares.
Every night she falls into the monsters hands.
In this moment
along the beheaded
path of time
so begins
the book
of your life
whose words you
will conjure
without
asking permission,
and
without
ever learning the rules.
You will make them up
while turning
these coiled,
cocked,
ruined pages
and transcribe into them
the infinite whiteness
of the desperate night,
and this morning's
mourning
that tiptoes
between the
seconds
of you.
*A Night Book's Levari*
One of my favorites..:))
along the beheaded
path of time
so begins
the book
of your life
whose words you
will conjure
without
asking permission,
and
without
ever learning the rules.
You will make them up
while turning
these coiled,
cocked,
ruined pages
and transcribe into them
the infinite whiteness
of the desperate night,
and this morning's
mourning
that tiptoes
between the
seconds
of you.
*A Night Book's Levari*
One of my favorites..:))
Hush!
.
Belaboring is the mind
With
.
.
Coalesced thoughts of flight,
Focuses Infinite..
Efflorescences, Speculations -All in might,
Myriad cognizances coagulate-Coordinating eye with sight..
.
.
Paradoxical are the ideograms;
Repeating are the shouts..
Of continual pauses..
.
.
Jiffy is unhinged..
.
The Acoustics go..
Unambiguous
Rhetorical
.
.
An Intermingle
Of
.
.
Peace
Swish
Love
.
.
Emergence..
"SILENCE!"
.
.
An Unerring Bliss...
....for BRUISED HEARTS...
-!nversed Poignancy!
An Abstract contemplation of "silence"..
.
Belaboring is the mind
With
.
.
Coalesced thoughts of flight,
Focuses Infinite..
Efflorescences, Speculations -All in might,
Myriad cognizances coagulate-Coordinating eye with sight..
.
.
Paradoxical are the ideograms;
Repeating are the shouts..
Of continual pauses..
.
.
Jiffy is unhinged..
.
The Acoustics go..
Unambiguous
Rhetorical
.
.
An Intermingle
Of
.
.
Peace
Swish
Love
.
.
Emergence..
"SILENCE!"
.
.
An Unerring Bliss...
....for BRUISED HEARTS...
-!nversed Poignancy!
An Abstract contemplation of "silence"..
**Birth**
Brunet eyes-emanating sheens of zeal
Mind ever whimsical and ethereal..
Nimble thoughts-ever might
A life-In the land of Golden Light..
.
.
**Vision-Life**
Amidst the
Illusions
Of Broken pieces..
True realities
Of lies..
.
.
**ordeal-A change**
Tears have turned rocks
Inert and slack..;
Hearts of stone
Mocking that it does'nt feel alone..;
A soul-Jaded..
Strength-All faded
.
.
**Life's hospice-Doomed**
Once an everlasting Sun
Now all drenched in Lights of Darkness..
A Mind-Pushed over the borderline
Into a cosmos of confusions and pain..
.
.
**A Quibble**
Have we lost our trait..?
Our acumen dead-gone antiquate?
-!nversed Poignancy!
Brunet eyes-emanating sheens of zeal
Mind ever whimsical and ethereal..
Nimble thoughts-ever might
A life-In the land of Golden Light..
.
.
**Vision-Life**
Amidst the
Illusions
Of Broken pieces..
True realities
Of lies..
.
.
**ordeal-A change**
Tears have turned rocks
Inert and slack..;
Hearts of stone
Mocking that it does'nt feel alone..;
A soul-Jaded..
Strength-All faded
.
.
**Life's hospice-Doomed**
Once an everlasting Sun
Now all drenched in Lights of Darkness..
A Mind-Pushed over the borderline
Into a cosmos of confusions and pain..
.
.
**A Quibble**
Have we lost our trait..?
Our acumen dead-gone antiquate?
-!nversed Poignancy!
My eyes have been opened
Miseries are Conspicuous
Children-crying;
People dying..
.
.
Guns lay mocking as the savior..
Bullets buzz-caressing the air..
Bombs become cabbages..
And artilleries their cartage..
.
.
Shelter's burnt to torrents
Values have turned abhorrent
.
.
There's no time to rest
No place to run..
No place to hide..
.
.
Tableau of..
.
Drying blood
Slated bodies
Mammoth traps
.
Is all that can be seen;
.
East to west
And
North to South
.
.
Wonder if life on earth;
Will ever be lived right..?
Amidst
.
.
Darkness
Disaster
WAR..
-!nversed Poignancy!.
Title to be read as : Earth's Insurgency!
Yeah..yet another involving "split-o-logy"..
Miseries are Conspicuous
Children-crying;
People dying..
.
.
Guns lay mocking as the savior..
Bullets buzz-caressing the air..
Bombs become cabbages..
And artilleries their cartage..
.
.
Shelter's burnt to torrents
Values have turned abhorrent
.
.
There's no time to rest
No place to run..
No place to hide..
.
.
Tableau of..
.
Drying blood
Slated bodies
Mammoth traps
.
Is all that can be seen;
.
East to west
And
North to South
.
.
Wonder if life on earth;
Will ever be lived right..?
Amidst
.
.
Darkness
Disaster
WAR..
-!nversed Poignancy!.
Title to be read as : Earth's Insurgency!
Yeah..yet another involving "split-o-logy"..
