Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Song of her life

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PART1


She wanted to visit
that world in her dreams.
She wanted to breathe
in that scented air.
She needed a long big
lungful of freedom.
She wanted a hand
to filter through her hair.


She always thought
of a long windy beach.
She dreamed of mermaids
and waves and a moon.
She had bright white wings
in her dreams one and all.
And her flowered fearless dreams
always ended way too soon.

Bu when she woke up,
what she saw,
just wasn't half
what she had seen.
The rowdy world
just seemed so raw
... compared to
where she'd been.


She always tried
to look excited.
Always tried to
beam at people.
But she'd seen
a purer form,
yeah she'd touched
a smoother petal.

She seemed to throw
a gazeless gaze.
She seemed to float
just inches above.
She used to unnerve
approaching guys
and she looked not
made for love.

Irony,
at so many levels.
She was living
two different lives.
She opened, in one,
her wings with flourish.
In other,
she barely survives.


PART 2

She did try hard,
yes she did, to keep faith.
She had let open her soul,
to a stranger from this world.
She had let the two worlds merge
she had let him enter hers.
She had loved like none ever did.
She had let her world unfurl.

Those were moments
never forgotten,
but those were
only in her mind.
It was she who
lived alone,
through the love and
later, the grind.

He had, in his
heart of hearts,
never experienced
her dreams.
Hand in hand
they were, yes,
yet present in
different realms.

The hands then
grew apart,
their fingers never
touched again.
For a moment she held
the wet in her palms,
yes,
her eyes did rain.

She saw that blank
smile one day,
his hand held
someone's hands again.
He was happy as much
as he knew to be.
She, as much she knew,
bore pain.

She knew
she was wrong to remorse.
She had nothing
on him to blame.
The guilt was
hers to have trusted.
Him and her lover
weren't same.


PART 3

She grew up
as before,
with her secret
dichotomy.
Yes she had
her share of men,
as her womanhood's
testimony.


She kissed
but never felt,
her heart would
never melt.
She touched
and was touched,
but only
as deep as her pelt.

She loved none,
she hated none.
She wandered
alone in nights.
For the fear of
seeing those dreams
of mountains,
skies and kites.

But then one day,
as it had to happen.
One day
she stumbled and fell.
Fell onto something
that wrenched her heart,
those words
that formed a spell.

She read it
full and through
with eyes
abnormally unblinking.
It was her life,
she'd thought it all before,
she didn't
need to be thinking.

Someone thought just
as she did,
she wasn't
alone it seems.
She searched for the man
who wrote this poem
and talked of the
world of her dreams.
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28 comments:

  1. Ok.

    Not nice.

    Definitely not.

    I take it back.

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  2. :D :D :D :D :D

    gotcha!

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  3. If you are in love and you write this, I blame you not. Blessed be Love.

    If you aren´t and you still write this, love you need not. Blessed be You.

    If you are in love and aren´t, go search for Her while She searches for Him. Blessed be The Rendezvous.

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    "Him and her lover
    weren't same." - My favourite line.

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    If it´s still not clear enough, I fell in love. With the poem.

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  4. Blessed I am then..
    through and through :P

    Blessed anyways,
    should be love too.

    And blessed be her
    and blessed be him

    And blessed be then
    their rendezvous...

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  5. Quiet close to a woman's heart , will love to know sumdy who or what is the inspiration , loved readin it . tactifully structured to hold the audience till its end . absolutely touching n lovely .

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  6. princess :)

    yes there is a real life inspiration behind this.
    but m not opening her identity unless u do yours :P

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  7. Bishnoi saahab ka pehla mahakavya :)

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  8. thankyou thankyou :) :)

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  9. bishno!!!!!! tu stud hai be!!!!

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  10. heeee heeeee heeeeee :) :) :)

    muaaaah mythie boyy!

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  11. :) :( :) :( :) :(
    speechless!!!

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  12. Anonymous2:58 PM

    You might have had just embarrased the girl you're writing about.

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  13. Anonymous2:58 PM

    You might have had just embarrased the girl you're writing about.

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  14. nope, didn't :)

    (sword on your neck)
    Reveal your identity!

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  15. Anonymous11:21 PM

    i have by not revealing

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  16. Sumeet3:06 PM

    Main copy paste mar raha huun... kal agar isse publish karke main huha poet ban jaun to aapke liye acknowledgement likh dunga
    "Inspired by The Bish"

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  17. Anonymous1:46 PM

    really gud to read til the end..i feel its the life of every girl on this earth...

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  18. Anonymous11:12 AM

    seriously,how have you come to know womankind so well?have u had alot of experience with girls or what?

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  19. at 74 years of age, there remain few things that you haven't had experience with

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  20. Anonymous12:41 AM

    I hate you! I read your blog when I'm crying to make myself feel better, and you make me cry all the more! bummer

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