Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Love So Far...

The Love So Far...


It feels great to share with you all my hundredth creation on love. It has been almost thousand days by now since I have began writing poems and articles. It has been a busy fortnight. First week went off in finding a house and second getting in along with the alien neighbors and surroundings. I had cultivated a weird hobby since my college times to store all the chat texts I receive. ‘The Love So far’ is inspired from the texts that I received from the one who I think made me feel what living is. I went on reading the texts and the conversation became as animated as yesterday’s talk. I kept my mobile aside, sauntered in the balcony watched the moon grouped by the stars. The only thing now we had in common was the one I gazed now – sky laden stars. All lost was the way we had come in life to achieve the dreams which we thought would be realized and got daggered away in the end…! I closed my eyes, which missed its eyelids resting far somewhere and wrote this…!

I feel her fingers in my palm…
   Rubbing and scratching it all the time
Her tender thumbs and shiny nails
   All this she does to make me go smile…
Often I feel her lips fused onto mine…
   Making me dumb; putting me out of sign
It cuts me off from the world sometimes…
   Animating my warmth; flashing back the rosy time…
I feel the clouds shaping like her gestures
   Makes me laugh whenever I move alone
And when I see her radiant face dancing over
   Makes me look mad as I move along…
My love for her and the way I miss her
   Flows from my blue pen and floats on paper…
With I exposed to the world to compete...
  And the aboriginal soul left somewhere to feel incomplete...!!!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier


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Saturday, May 1, 2010

Puppets To Life

                                                  Puppets To Life


The puppets to life are here again…
Dancing on the tunes of time…
The stage remains the same; The puppets animate
Times pass; Age still Dominates....

Often I miss my shadow…
Which dances to some alien lights
The sun still rises and dons the dawn...
And winds rattle the sandy dumes....

My heart still feels the fragrance of the rose....
Lost and dried somewhere in my college books
The clock still misses the rosy time…
It timed for a while before sand storms blew

The puppets to life are here again
Dancing on the tunes of time...
Time changes; People change...
The sunken emotions and those dried roses still remain the same....

-Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier

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