March 3, 2008 at 10:12 am · Filed under Bangalore, College Life, Friends, Poetry
This is an open letter to R.V; my x-best friend.
Of all people, I never expected you to act this way.
You knew me so well, but why slid away?
Was it something I did,
or was it something you said?
I’ve made choices before, better or for worse.
Now it don’t even exist, not even a casual discourse.
You were so close, too close.
I put you somewhere you don’t belong, I know the lose.
You knew it, hot shot! it was you first chance,
I’m out of words to fill in the sentence.
You let it by; the denial - it felt so real.
The scars you left, these wounds will not heal.
My shadow is the only one that walks beside me,
You were in my way, not letting me see.
Sometimes I wish you never changed,
To fix the wrongs and the hearts you damaged.
I’ve got better friends, trying not to make me feel the lack.
No matter what, or after how long, I’ll never take you back.
I know you won’t apologize. Or even feel regret,
I’ve put you away, like a burnt out cigarette.
Its over RV, This is the last blog entry subscription email you will ever receive. I’m removing you from every page of my life. This is not my choice, this is what you made me do. You avoid me in college, the corridors and stick with my foes. You left me hanging, in a dead city. And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away as I realize that all this time you were pretending. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you so early, I doubt you planned this from the beginning. You showed your true colors in the end, but this time it missed me by a hair. It’s nice to know that you were there. Thanks for acting like you cared.
Good bye.
February 29, 2008 at 8:58 am · Filed under Bangalore, Poetry, Stoned
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December 30, 2007 at 6:36 pm · Filed under International, People, Poetry
An year has passed, the world has forgotten. Everyone is preparing to celebrate the new year. Forgetting how unjust the year has been.
Wishing to take a break,
from this never ending ache,
for the heart’s sake,
how much more can I take.
Tires my spirit and mind,
yet there is future and hope,
as life goes on unkind,
the soul itself will cope.
It cut across; left a wound,
The hero was gone,
But, an epilogue was found,
The story is not quite done.
Never truly lost, only in hiding,
He left us, but the story doesn’t end,
It only finds a new beginning,
A new setting, where he left behind.
A book remains even though it ended,
It is still there, willing to be read and reread over & over again,
We’ve but one chapter; masked by lies and blood the world painted,
The true story, uncover it! To remember & cherish, makes me forget the pain.
The hero is still there, still there,
Remember his smile and remember his laugh;
Remember his heart and remember his happiness;
Remember him, for the story never really ends.
I still salute the Martyr.
My Views on Saddam (2006 December Entry)
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November 29, 2007 at 2:33 pm · Filed under Counterculture, Poetry
I’m sitting beside my window sill,
Watching smoke swirl against my will.
Golden rays flooding in through a half-open window,
I can’t believe my life is just too slow.
Dreams and ashes falling between my fingers like snow flakes,
Cold and numb, dwelling on old crushes and heart aches.
I don’t wanna die young, even thoughts tastes sour,
How the hell did I wind up like this? I don’t even want to hear her sing once more.
I’ll get around breaking the habit, but for now the story is played out like this,
Someday I will, but not right now. Why weren’t I able to see the chances I miss?
I’m gonna make it all right, someway, somehow,
I want to rewrite everything I’ve messed up; but not right now.
Each time I lite one more, Does all my life turn to a joke?,
I swear to do it never again, each day as I watch my life go up in smoke.
-ru
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# This is going out to all the smokers out there who decide to quit each time they ignite yet one more. Peace.
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November 24th 2007 thru November 27th 2007
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