tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378079741767568112024-03-08T12:49:53.602+05:30......from the depths of my cacophonous soul...Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-24285098739510871362015-03-08T01:39:00.001+05:302016-01-09T00:58:36.257+05:30IT.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT…began
to get restless <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">within
the confines of its imprisonment.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Loathed
the conventional rules<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that
Life strapped it to. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trapped
as it was, under the mortal debris of cells. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of
blood. And nerves.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of
the glittering cloak called ‘Personality’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that
was pruned and conditioned as she grew. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wrought
to look ‘Impressive’. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fashioned
into ‘Acceptable.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Polished
to be ‘The Best’. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actually
duped! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Into
believing that all this was the Key to a happy life. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT…soon
knew.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saw
through the sham and make-believe.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And
began to despise its futile existence. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It
tried to revolt. Rebellious…Protesting. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking
for a deviation. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To
cut a path of its own making. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paved
with cobblestones of its own beliefs. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Doing
what it always wanted to do. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not
having to bow to conformity.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Or to prove itself all the time. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To
be accepted. And understood. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To
revel in the beauty of its own identity. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But
the shackles restrained. Denied freedom.
<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT…
was pinioned by the handcuffs of the hypocrite society.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Held
down by the manacles of fake relationships, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">fake
smiles and beliefs. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At
times, it did connect. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with
souls that felt likewise.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Understood
and accepted. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alas,
connections that perished sooner or later,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">sometimes
owing to distance. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At
others, conformity to ‘acceptable’ societal norms.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hell,
even arrogance prevailed in some! <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It
was eventually misunderstood.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And
again, left all alone. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT…continued
to suffer in silence. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Subdued.
Hurt. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But
‘giving in’ to Life in quiet compromise.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until
it could bear no longer. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sacrifice
its identity no more.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fidgeting
and uneasy,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It
tried to pull itself free of the constraints<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that
bound it. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tugging.
Tearing itself to shreds, but not giving up. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In
anguish, it screamed!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> A cry of pain that no mortal human could hear.
<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But
the grief that prevailed, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">slowly
swelled. And ballooned<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">into
a mushroom like cloud. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spilling
out in torrential exodus.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spreading
quickly through the length and breadth of the <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">human
frame that contained it. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Extending
over flesh and nerves and all the interstices, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until
it reached the domain of Thought. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suppressed
rage turned it dominant. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It
commanded Thought into action. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even
Hands conceded to its coercive force<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in
mute obedience. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They
picked up……. and plunged! <o:p></o:p></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
knife pierced the skin, drove past the ribs</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">slicing
the fragile walls of the heart. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
walls had broken!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The
handcuffs, manacles, pinions<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and
restraints finally came off in one <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">glorious
snap,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even
as Body shuddered and Voice shrieked in pain. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT…rose up
from the bloodied confines. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Leaving
behind the effluvium of everything that was human. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Emerging
into the higher realm beyond. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of Truth. Of
Purity. Of Divinity. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It glowed.
And basked in the bliss<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of the
realization that <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Freedom was
Life’s biggest lie,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only
in Death, was IT finally free. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-3000780587476389472014-04-24T16:21:00.000+05:302016-01-09T01:24:04.622+05:30BORN TO DIE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>The happy heart was proud and wanted to </i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>shout out loud...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>It'd just given birth to little Puffs of Love,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>white n soft as the fluffy cloud.</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>The cute little puffs flitted about</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>gleefully, smiling coy...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Mirthful...Carefree... Pure</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>celebrations of </i></b></span><b style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>unadulterated joy !!!</i></b><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Her adorable Puffs of Love </i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>soon emerged from within...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>To seek that 'special soul' and trap it</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>in Love's heady spin ...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Capture it in the fountain of fondness</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>with its magic spell...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Create for it an abode of heaven</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>in all prevailing hell !!!</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Alas, the Puffs were not meant to live or</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>to last long...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>To touch the soul they sought to possess</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>and belong...</i></b></span><br />
<b style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>For Sensibility knew what the heart</i></b><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>could never see...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>The Laws of the Land forbade</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>what could never be...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="color: red;">And so, she gathered the little, </span></i></b><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>cute Puffs of Love...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>They followed her, their Pied Piper,</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>in merry push n shove...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Down they plunged, into their </i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>coffin of death...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Unbeknownst...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Innocent...Oblivious...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>till the last breath...</i></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>Sullen Sensibility returned to her abode,</i></b></span><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>the Head...</i></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Harrowed Heart, bled in agonizing pain</i></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>to watch Love dead...</i></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><br /></span></i></b>
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Love journeyed from womb to tomb</i></b><br />
<b style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>and didn't even know why...</i></b><br />
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-13202048250551092972014-03-01T17:46:00.001+05:302014-03-01T17:46:01.626+05:30......from the depths of my cacophonous soul...: Take My Heart<a href="http://soulcacophony.blogspot.com/2014/03/take-my-heart.html?spref=bl">......from the depths of my cacophonous soul...: Take My Heart</a>: Take my heart. Play with it. With your weapon of pun. Bounce it and watch shamelessly... as it skips a beat while you pretend to mis...Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-77324782589388302062014-03-01T13:01:00.001+05:302014-03-01T13:07:59.794+05:30Take My Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Take my heart. </i><br />
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<i>Play with it. </i><br />
<i>With your weapon of pun.</i><br />
<i>Bounce it and watch shamelessly...</i><br />
<i>as it skips a beat while you pretend to miss a catch.</i><br />
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<i>Oh, kick it.</i><br />
<i>With your boot of arrogance. </i><br />
<i>And 'lol' as you watch it fly across hopelessly...</i><br />
<i>falling with a thud into a squishy mess.</i><br />
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<i>Slice it.</i><br />
<i>With your dagger of sarcasm.</i><br />
<i>Go on. </i><i>Enjoy the mirth watching it bleed generously...</i><br />
<i>like a water-melon that quenches thirst in its blood red sacrifice.</i><br />
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<i>Shoot it.</i><br />
<i>With your 'silencing' revolver. </i><br />
<i>Coz you decide NOT to hear its justifications mercilessly...</i><br />
<i>and it agrees immediately and muffles all that it wants to declare. </i><br />
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<i>Go away. </i><br />
<i>Only to come back to it, my dear.</i><br />
<i>For this 'Phoenix'ical masterpiece...</i><br />
<i>will pull all its shredded pieces of vanity back.</i><br />
<i>Gel together...</i><br />
<i>And rise again. </i><br />
<i>Scarred. </i><br />
<i>Bruised.</i><br />
<i>Swollen.</i><br />
<i>Disheveled.</i><br />
<i>Each time slightly weakened than before... </i><br />
<i>But ready for you to frolic with again.</i><br />
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<i>Refusing to shut down and give up...</i><br />
<i>Until it's the will of destiny. </i><br />
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-91316941423716953072012-12-22T01:34:00.000+05:302012-12-22T01:49:35.128+05:30THE RAPE OF ANGELS......BEGINS AT HOME!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Cacophonous my weeping soul is!!!! Anger, rage, murderous intentions and then, a giant wave of sorrow!!! It is the helplessness that drives the psyche mad after such a horrendous incident has taken place. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Delhi gang rape has opened the lid off the cauldron of fury!</span></b></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #ea9999;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Put them to death!!! Hang them!!! Throw them to the furious public who are most likely to pounce upon them like hungry wolves or beat them into pulp!!! Castrate them!!! Amputate!!! Blind them and let them rot in the hellhole called jail for the rest of their lives!!! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A plethora of the goriest of punishments pour forth as the girl struggles to come back to life. I too wish for a torturous treatment meted out to them so that those filthy minds feel for once, what it is to be at the receiving end of sheer brutality! </span></b></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But once the storm has passed, the mind questions justification. Does the problem end here? A 23 year old woman's suffering would have been, sort of, avenged............I say sort of, because, no matter what is done now, her tormented psyche and physique, can never be the same again! But does this amputate that gangrenous, festering, putrefying limb called Rape??? </span></b></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rape is NOT exactly a medium of sexual gratification. It is.....A TOOL OF REVENGE............FOR A MAN (ACTUALLY A COWARD)...... WHO CAN BULLY A WOMAN USING HIS MALE STRENGTH! (GANG RAPISTS ARE EVEN WORSE....THEY CANT EVEN DO THIS ALONE!!!) </span></b></span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>If we analyse the aftermath of a rape incident, the victim's life is destroyed forever, for it is not just the physique that has gone through brutal torture, but also the psyche! But more than the pain that the victim has to bear, it is the tag of 'disgrace' bound not only around the victim but the whole family as well, which becomes a helluva good reason for many to use rape as a tool of vengeance! Why family? Demons in human form, claiming to be from the 'elite upper caste', 'defame' an entire community by using this tool against ONE, totally innocent girl!!! </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>But I ask you, who is it that is 'assigning' this disgrace? Whom does a rape victim's family shy away from? Who forces them to 'hang their heads in shame'? The society!!! And who compromises the society? You and me, right? So, that means, it is US who are indirectly, the root cause of the very happening of a rape!!! Just think, if the whole aspect of bringing disgrace or defaming didn't rest solely upon the 'the dignity of a woman', would it have such importance? Why should the family's dignity not be measured also, by the grace (or disgrace) of a man???</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Rape is also an indirect outcome of male dominance, which has its roots in childhood. How a father treats the children's mother, and other women of the family, is the first lesson children get to imbibe from. Stereotyped roles for sons and daughters, where the sons are given to understand and believe that they have an advantage over the girls, and that they can dominate over them is the next stage, where they get to PRACTICE what they have imbibed. This carries on to their adulthood and marital life as well, resulting in enslavement, abuse and yes, in the extreme case, rape! </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>We as a society are also largely responsible for proliferating the horrors faced by a rape victim. We might sympathize with them and feel 'oh so sorry' for them initially. But to accept them back into the society later, give them jobs and let them live a life of dignity is still a tall order in the Indian society! Once a stigma, always a stigma! </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>So, while it is cool to sit at home and discuss, comment, protest and blame the police, the government and the law,WE also need to CHANGE! </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>It is APPALLING to know that a girl is being raped every 22 minutes!!! We Indians have to do SOMETHING to bring a reform! </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Let us do our bit and begin at home! </b></i></span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>bring up sons and daughters with equal love and care</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>cultivate high morals so that children imbibe from us</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>teach sons to respect women and treat them with dignity</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>not bring up daughters with the sole intention of marrying them off but rather, as a permanent part of the family even after marriage</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>teach daughters to be bold and alert and well-versed in some form of self defence</b></i></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>respect girls and not treat them as objects to be victimized</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>not expect any advantage over girls</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>not ACCEPT DOWRY in marriage but rather, accept the girl, and together, create a beautiful world of your own with contributions from both (such a shame on YOUR INTELLIGENCE AND CAPABILITY, when you, as a boy claim dowry!!!) </b></i></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>respect women, especially in public places</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>condemn such atrocities wholeheartedly, whether in the city or in villages</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>cooperate with the authorities in order to catch the culprits</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>lend all our support to those who are victimized, rich or poor, and help them rebuild a life, instead of stigmatizing and singling them out</b></i></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><b>join hands and HELP A VICTIM, AT THE SCENE OF THE CRIME, INSTEAD OF STANDING AND STARING!!!</b></i></span></li>
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-74184748369742063132012-12-20T13:03:00.000+05:302012-12-20T13:03:25.346+05:30SILVER LINE IN THE CLOUD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Never complain if your life is hard,</i></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Troubles are more and rewards few.....</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Just remember that the mighty oak tree</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Was once just a tiny nut like you.</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>For every cloud in the sky,</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Has a silver line.</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>And so the sun...</i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Will shine....someday....will shine! </i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i>Cheerz:)</i></b></span></div>
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Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-13203079804182474712011-07-20T22:57:00.000+05:302011-07-21T00:06:34.475+05:30THE WOODS ARE DYING............AND THEY WEEP...<span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The woods were lovely</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>dark and deep,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>But oh! Man had so many</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>promises to keep,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And miles to go before</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>he fell asleep.................................fell asleep.............</i></span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Those woods, where</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>years ago Mr. Frost,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>To admire you stood</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and paused,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Oh! Those lovely dark</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>woods are lost..............................are lost......................</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>For Man kept his promises,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And with pride,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Conquered the earth</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>in each confident stride</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>While, for his need and greed alone</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>The trees slowly died............................slowly died........................</i></span></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Those woods are no more</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>dark and deep,</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Mr. Frost, no more those sounds</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>of downy flake and sweep.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>While Man still has promises to keep,</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>The woods die and silently weep.....................................silently weep.........................</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >anee, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >19th July 1996</span></div>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-43972967492891954442011-01-11T11:27:00.000+05:302011-01-11T11:52:41.913+05:30EXAM DAYS.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">PROLOGUE: - </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">It starts from the previous day...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">the palpitations,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">the preparations.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">Troubled sleeep...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">Getting up umpteen times </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">thinkin alarm has gone off</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">Nightmares of sleeping late....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">On the day...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Gods are appeased,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Parents blessings sought,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Hasty, last minute discussions with friends...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Trrrrrrrrrring....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Oh no...heyy, what's the answer to that Q?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">NO MORE REVISIONS PLEASE.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">In the hall...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">While the wait is on,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The 'Weight' of the entire portion</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">weighs heavily on the mind...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Unbearable....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Almost deadly in its crushing blow.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Ooops forgot to revise that one...grrrr...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Oh God please please pleasey please let it not</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">be there in the question paper...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">S I L E N C E.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Answer sheets...names...roll nos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Tension.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Will that question come?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Will i be writing well on these pages?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Three hours from now, will i be smiling</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">or flunk it? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Aaaaaahhhh.....(more Gods appeased)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Question papers. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Will the teacher hand it to me fast?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">In hand at last...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Heart beats racing...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Stops beating...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Shut eye.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">God help me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Breathe deeply.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Open eyes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Quick glance through...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Aaha, i know that one...(smile)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Uhoh...why did she have to include this now? (grrr...sob sob)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Nywayzz.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">START.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Write Write Write</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Aha...a flow is established.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Now, Scribble Scribble Scribble</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Tumble of words...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Racing of pen...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Scratching of paper...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">MORE PAPER.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Time is passing by too.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Flow...Cascade...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Deluge of words.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Brain hastily 'vomitting' the words consumed...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Some thoroughly digested, some undigested but mugged up...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">All out! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Time almost up...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">TIE UP.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Scribble becomes scrawl....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">One more answer...laaaaaast word........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">...........uhhhh........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Trrrrringgggggg!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Give in.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">DONE!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">EPILOGUE :- </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Not bad :)</span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-12298549821086567752010-08-09T01:50:00.000+05:302010-08-09T02:55:48.419+05:30THE DREAM PAD...<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" >i entered.....and soon felt like the place was my own......the pad felt like i'd been livin there since ages....as if i knew every nook, every crevice.......... knew exactly how many steps made it up to the front door....where the chair was usually placed, where the shoes cluttered up the space under the window near the front door.......where hung the clothes and where to turn to when wanted to go to the balcony.......or where the oil was in the kitchen, where the rotis were kept and where exactly i could find the leftover chicken in the fridge.......there, under the window on which a sheet doubled up as a curtain, where i could flop onto the mattress and let the cozy, familiar smelling comforter engulf me into its folds of warmth..........could snoooooooooze without a care in the world until it was dawn in my mind....i was almost sure of the titles of the books on the rack......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" >the place was mine....or so i thought....until there was jolt that suddenly reminded me with a bang that i didnt belong there, hello!!? .....wasn't i kind of settling down a bit too comfortably in a place where i had never gone before..........which i had never seen......where i will never ever go...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" >yea....it was time to get back to reality.....so, i got out of that cozy cocoon.....quietly walked out, grieving that it was not mine at all..........shutting the door on the dream that was.</span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-69833880485090752512007-11-04T01:06:00.000+05:302007-11-04T01:29:31.227+05:30Death...<em><span style="font-family:verdana;">death. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">we went to pay condolences to one of our colleague's fathers who passed away this morning. i have never come face to face with such a situation before and this experiance was quite a disturbing one for me. it seemed strange to see a body lying in front of us and think that it is devoid of life now and wont move....a body that once got up and walked, sat, bent and moved will no longer be seen, heard or felt.......a body that would've slumped when lifted is now stiff as a log.......as i watched intruiged, the rituals were carried out as per norms. and then, it was covered with a white cloth, soemthing i've seen umpteen times on tv before, but when i saw it in front of my eyes, my throat was like it was choked....coz now, we would never see that face again. at that moment i happened to look into sir's face and there i saw the helplessness of a son who had to shoulder the terrible weight of loss all alone (as his siblings weren't with him) as he wept and mourned at the being that was once his father...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">we returned shaken.....but then, when death puts a full stop to the eternal suffering of pain and misery, death is welcome...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">dr. gopalakrishnan has so aptly put it... at the end of our 'day' we are reduced to nothing but 58 grams of ash, without realizing which we spend a whole lifetime carrying grudges, malice, hatred, jealousy, possessiveness and anger in our hearts...we could condemn, spite, even kill...living as if there is something that is ours and ours alone...but nothing is. it is all to be left behind when we leave coz in this 'ticket' there is <strong>no</strong> baggage allowance...</span></em>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-77019603580808306882007-10-10T23:55:00.000+05:302007-10-11T23:49:42.945+05:30All Alone<strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;">All Alone<br /></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Traipsing on the path of<br />Life’s tedious journey<br />In a silent mourn……………..<br />Surrounded by people,<br />Jostled and pushed,<br />Sometimes even thrown…<br />Yet, in this sad melee<br />And maddening crowd,<br />My mind is all alone……………..<br />Stabbed and seared<br />A thousand times,<br />With pains that need to be borne<br />Obliviously yet, it<br />Trudges forward,<br />Resigned, weary and all alone…………..<br />Bursting at the seams<br />With feelings to be expressed<br />Love and hatred to be shown<br />But no one to share them with,<br />No vent to make them known……….<br />Sometimes, the frustration<br />Does take its toll,<br />And painful tears have flowed<br />At times, madness seems to seize,<br />But that too is outgrown………<br />My mind continues<br />Down this desolate path,<br />Though it’s tired and worn………..<br />Perhaps it will find<br />The happiness it seeks,<br />Waiting somewhere, unknown…………..</em></span><br /><br /><em>aneeta</em></span>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-21480131975559607892007-10-03T20:03:00.000+05:302007-10-03T20:15:01.126+05:30Out of Sight, Out of Mind?<em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;">Does the exit of Dr A P J Kalam from the prime scene mean that our public has forgotten his ideals and his mission 2020? Somehow, i get this feeling that 'out of sight, out of mind' is what rules in india. I hope i am wrong! </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;">Look at what we are bickering over......a Tamang or Toshi issue can sure light up some sparks in the public, big enough to bawl on the streets and grab a whole lot of media attention. C'mon guys, let the deserving win and if by chance, you feel that your 'deserving' didnt win, then, just leave it. Let the winner be happy. After all, a good singer will continue to sing well, wont he/she? While we waste a whole lot of time, energy and money over these trivial matters, a lot is slipping by unnoticed. Have we forgotten that there is a mission to achieve...a milestone to cross...a summit to conquer? We ve got to carry India to the top...and fast. Let's not lose focus and let's continue to work towards achieving Dr. Kalam's mission. </span></em>Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-3087065397130419982007-09-27T20:51:00.000+05:302007-09-27T21:00:06.335+05:30...and gone again by afternoon!!!what began as a sun washed, bright morn gave way to a grey, overcast afternoon what with the dark, looming clouds that kept gathering and soon broke off and pelted upon us as huge big drops....thankfully, i didnt break my bones while sprinting home from the bus stop!<br /><br /><br /><br />the verdant greens from my class windows still beckoned today, while the breeze broke free. what a heavenly place!Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-47129579904379569392007-09-26T20:38:00.000+05:302007-09-26T21:20:55.199+05:30The Sun is back!......and the sun shone today.....broke through the clouds bathing the whole town with its warm, golden rays. after days of bearing up with the fury unleashed by the monsoons, the rosy tinge to the dawn sky was scintillating....'twas as if God, the ultimate painter, was stunned by the beauty too and accidentally spilled the crimson paint jar across his canvas - the sky! and the colour gradually stained the wispy, cottony clouds......making it look like candy floss!<br /><br />the breeze too ran amok, in gay abandon as if in wild glee, welcoming the warmth. Scented with a multitude of fragrances that it picked up on the way, it flowed freely all over...carrying with it the whispers of the sheafs of 'teenaged' paddy that grew in the fields and the perfume of some wild blooms......So magical, that a when a whiff reached my nostrils, i had to stop my teaching and simply take a deep, long breath and fill my lungs......and never let it go. I asked my kids to forget english for awhile and enjoy the magical moment!!! phew.......what a day!Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937807974176756811.post-83160409651223084162007-09-25T18:23:00.000+05:302007-09-25T18:32:15.444+05:30child n man'Glory lies not in never falling, but rising up everytime you fall'.<br /><br />how absolutely true! this was the 'thought for the day' at school a few days back and our Principal pointed this out in such a simple way. as babies, we never rested until we'd learnt to stand firmly on both our feet ....or until we took a few steps without falling .......or until we learnt to climb up the high places without anyone's aid .....or until we learnt to speak by listening to others....a million examples. imagine where we would ve been had we not tried, fallen, cried, tried n tried n tried until we succeeded. we might never have learnt to walk if we'd given up! <br /><br />why then do we shy off easily from challenges as grown ups? why are we so reluctant to try again in the face of failure? why do we give up? <br /><br />let's be like the babies we once were and work at all our challenges and problems with single-minded determination.Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03286316864320045336noreply@blogger.com2