In the beginning there is an exchange of mind
Then exists a frame of mind
Finally a Change of Mind ;)
Is Sensex a sensible mnemonic?
My self composed poems and quotes (self composed as well as from other authors) will find a place in here.
Friday, August 27, 2010
My Ordeal
My Ordeal
To gild the Gold, to malign the Sun;
To bleach the Snow, and to claim Someone.
I won’t say, it is equivocal to attain,
I’ve yearned to be oblivious; to be numb to this pain.
For still I am haunted by your dreams;
Amorphous inimical fear is in my ordeal.
To rationalize the irrational is now my plight,
For it is my heart, that I’ve to fight.
And to live each day with your own blight,
Still smirking in day, though dying each night.
It’s mind and heart who reason this flame;
Still seasons and weathers I win this game.
As thinking of you, I shed my defense
Despising you is my pretense.
So I preen up myself, making a fence;
Still yearning for you till Life makes Sense.
And Again
And again...
And again this heart has flapped its wings,
And again this mind wants to think;
For again this dead soul feels so alive,
And again my heart beats without pain.
And again these eyes see a world full of colors,
And again the rain makes a sound good to hear;
For again I've found myself to be clear,
And again my heart has stopped shedding tears.
And again this life has found a new purpose,
And again my thoughts could make a good verse;
For again I could live the dreams I have seen,
And again my heart has shed its defense.
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