Boũţ Мęħ

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Sukhothai, Thailand
its tough assessing words about me...am a simple girl with some special dreams.. with the words i call my own i write not only about myself but also about common people who, like me... do not want to complicate things....

Friday, March 20, 2009

Shades


The shades of my thougths
I cannot add color to them
they arent blind, they have a vision
But thoughts i fear might turn to desires
I think...do desires have strenght?
Or do they fire our minds at paces
We wish not to run at.
The shades of my memories
I cannot add them to my present
Memoirs brings tears
My present wouldnt let them exist here
I belive they are better in their grave
Lying deep within the dungeons of time...
The shades of different people
Seem to lurk in my heart
After a long time...
Those people whom i have buried deep
Down the walls of my heart
Why do they play hide and seek?
Why do they fall apart?
May be my heart refuses to forget!!
Shades of my life get divided
Into various aspect
Shades they are where no oolors may survive
They run thorugh memories
People and my desires
Make me feel Dead...
Even when i am Alive.

I


'I' am no intellectual to write down words that become fossils....'I' am no poet to frame verses that could be chanted...'I' am no author to claim my fame upon a few pieces of heartfelt words...Nor am 'I' a musician to compose devine melodies that woukd be hummed for ages...Nor a scholar to preach the wonderful teachings that could help millions survive...
'I'........
'I' am just an ordinary human being to write what i feel...when i feel
Just an individual to promise that my love shall not fade with time...
A mortal to dream of someone and somthing achievable...
a girl with a thousand splendid suns shinign right beneath her eyes...
and yet 'I' am the one...'I' am me...'I' am Kanchi...Someone that no one can be.

Aeging


The dreams that knowck upon my eyes
Fall like pieces from my tears
I sit like patience with innumerous sighs
Aeging with the passing years
Where do the disasters of life end?
Calling upon my name so soon
Have i lived enough to bend
Or to fall like a cascade beneath the moon?
Where do the ,poans soften down low
Carrying messages of angels unseen
Stories unheard, fables they show
Majestic, magical as never been.
Yet when the broken dreams and moans collide
The heart cries and no one knows
Silence - the sound
Black tear that never shows
Hopes drwan on paper boats swim away
In the river of my tears
And as i try to catch hold of them'
I still find myself aeging with years!!
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