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Indifference

cafm — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 18:14:12 +0000

1 + 1 is no longer 2
And happiness comes in fancy packages
In the day of the satisficers
No one wants to look beyond
Content with indifference not brought
But nurtured gradually by the unknown will

As our castle stands weakened
Is it the evolved motto?
Or just another trench with no drawbridge
Dug up to shield the peasants
But isn’t it the nobility who fear more?

And for each foe kept out
One more starves to death inside

Njaan

cafm — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 20:16:30 +0000

Njaan
That what defines me
That what am me?
But something that is getting sold?
Am I different from the virgin whore
blinded by the dazzle of city lights and glamour life
Ready to sell something that was never hers
People tell her “To experience heaven, you have to die first”
But does feeling alive come at the cost of total numbness?
And what really does an acquired taste mean?
A privilege experience that fulfils its joy
But its mere non existence to others

For is the virgin night violated by the stars
Or are they what make it timeless, limit less
The discontinuity helping us realize the infinite stretch
That otherwise would be lost in total darkness
But isn’t a spotless sky as mystic and divine
And does it have to feel infinite to be infinite?

Being in deep shit teaches you a thing or two
An excuse to break bonds
That probably shouldn’t exist anyway?
But they have been there and will be there
So who are we to question?
Both the bonds and the breaking
Nothing might be forbidden anymore
But this and that and this will always be there

For one who can see beauty in the smallest things
Can taste the water in the subsequent drinks
And the hidden emotions of the waiters who see
People breaking bonds everyday
And breaking their limits as well
But to them is it anything more than a charade?

(Written in a party)

An ode to a lazy Tuesday morning…

cafm — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 05:06:59 +0000

the warmth starts with a spurt
it spreads as it flows
for some its dirty
for some its life

as the warmth grows
part of it disgusts you
other makes your wonder

is contradiction its truth
the truth of life
is hipocracy the expected norm

or just a human trait?

For A Heartfelt Love

cafm — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 09:30:28 +0000

For A Heartfelt Love

For a Heart that once knew Love..
For those Lost times that made you Laugh..
For a Silence that Spoke more..
For those Eyes that showed Affection..
For every Breath that kept you Alive..
For the Passion that Pulled you through..
For those Broken Dreams and Desperate Desires
For every Heart that beats in Grief..
For a Tear that makes you Miss..

There lies an Empty Heart,
Which Once owned.. A Priceless Love..

If there was a way back

cafm — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 09:59:25 +0000

Happy New Year!

Ironically my first post of the year is not mine but still is mine.

It’s a poem she wrote about lost love.

Click the image for a better view

Mine yet given

cafm — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:53:22 +0000

In my shame I closed my eyes
Looked inside for an open door
Saw a sly smile in the darkness
And no ground to tread

My escape gave no respite
And the darkness in the room
Lit up my inner one
For I lie awake eyes open

In my despair I heard a name
It was my mother’s voice
The name seemed alien
Yet it was mine

Her voice betrayed her love for me
And her face her concern
Yet she called the name with a pride
A pride I was searching in me

I saw my name again
It was in my love’s eyes
There it was alive
Waiting for a new lease

It was sad
For its abode was sad
Sad for me
Yet there was a faith

Faith in me
Faith in an unspoken promise
One of love and protection
Love that I was searching for around me

I heard a prayer pass by
On its way to the heavens above
Its was for me
And my friend’s it was

There was warmth in it
Filled with love for me
And faith in me
A faith I was looking for

Once again the darkness lifted
This time both
In my room and in my mind
First by a click of a switch
Second by something mine yet given to me
Pride, love and faith

Written after a personal disaster

Me gustas cuando callas…

cafm — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 04:22:33 +0000

Thank you Niviya for conspiring with fate to make me read this!

Wow!

Pablo Neruda – I Like For You To Be Still

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would’ve died
One word then,
One smile is enough
And I’m happy;
Happy that it’s not true.

Rain…

cafm — Wed, 16 May 2007 13:38:36 +0000

RAIN: A SPECIAL FEELING

Rain is the best thing which helps us cherish every lovely moment of our lives…When it rains…The earth becomes a paradise… and watching it from my windowpane is a special feeling….The pure smell of dry earth giving forth its intoxicating aroma when moistened by rain is deeply enshrined in the heart. Yes, listening to the rain drops, fall on the tree leaves… it’s magnificent… a heavenly feeling fills every living soul. The feeling is as passionate as falling in love. When I miss my love with all my might… the rain brings me all lovely thoughts soothing my heart…

Rain….on my Windowpane

There I watch the rain…
From my window pane

The pitter-patter of those drops…
Dripping down the tree tops

How it clatters along the roofs…
Like the tramp of hoofs

The cool breeze blows along…
Adding rhythm to the holy song

The rain….
Showering down my windowpane…

My heart turns gray…
As I long for yesterday

When I looked into your eyes…
Revealing the refrained love…

Listening to the rain…. on my windowpane……….

I know that I need you…
In the time that I stray

But Now I stand alone….
And watch for the rainbow

Then those sweet words take hold
Open your eyes to the love around you…

You may feel you’re alone
But I’m still here with you

You can do what you dream
Just remember… to listen to the rain…
………on my windowpane

Missing You…

cafm — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 07:29:49 +0000

There’s no
special reason
for sending
this to you,
except that…

I was feeling
a little lonely,
and when I asked myself
what I seemed to be
    missing the most,
the answer
turned out to be
    …you.
        – Collin McCarty

Our Love

cafm — Fri, 23 Jun 2006 11:35:28 +0000

On this cold monson noon
sitting here listning to old love songs
I long for your look, your touch
knowing its fate that keeps us apart
untill the day the clouds clear
and we can be together

but for now
this feeling i have
this sense of being so close to some one so far
makes me warm inside
with a fire i have never known before

I know god has his own ways
taking the one you love so far away from you
but maybe its the price we pay
for a life time of bliss thereafter

I will leave in a few days
to a unknown land
on a unknown quest
the one thing that remains
known,sure,clear
our love

so let me wipe those tears
for the sake of our future thats to come
hold you in my arms and reaffirm
our love