Saturday, 31 December 2011
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
- Langston Hughes
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
- Langston Hughes
Monday, 12 December 2011
The Christmas time
A vista of pure virgin white
The whole scene cloaked
In a deep shroud of snow
Shapes rise up here and there
From the thick carpet
Disguising what lies below
I search the scene for signs of life
And find none
The snow is fresh and unsullied
Just lying there, waiting
For the Christmas time.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
The 'A' team
For angels to fly,
Angels to fly,
An angel will die,
Covered in white,
Closed eye,
And hoping for a better life,
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line.
Angels to fly,
An angel will die,
Covered in white,
Closed eye,
And hoping for a better life,
This time, we'll fade out tonight,
Straight down the line.
Friday, 18 November 2011
" Everything fades "
Silly thoughts of small deeds,
Everything that once answered to your needs,
The thoughtless but kind,
The caring but blind,
Everything fades away.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Change
Change is the cold wind in the heat,
All you can do is try to modulate in vain.
But it might not overcome you this time.
Take a chance, embrace the change.
The silence that cannot just beat.
Change is what pushes you down,It takes the life from within without a sound.
Change cuts the comfort of normalcy,
Change cuts the comfort of normalcy,
It’s the truth in secrecy.
Change is anything but the same,All you can do is try to modulate in vain.
But it might not overcome you this time.
Take a chance, embrace the change.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Winter Pyre
Now, as winter fires
fall soft and low,
and the snow is tossed
and blown about,
I find in the blankets
of my weary head,
the comfort of things
I might of said.
In my tiny bed
of make believe,
the dragons, the demons
are glad to leave.
And the icy chill that wraps
the window pane,
is lost to the warmth and wonder
within my brain.
So, the wind may blow,
the fire may die,
but neither can ever
ferret why . . .
I smile
I choose to ignore their face
gone to the memory
of some happier place.
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Prologue
Hola!
I am a 14 year old, an ordinary girl and am trying to pen my views about the people as well as the kind of aura that surrounds me, and in a way also trying to deal with the rife and conventional teenage issues that I have to face each day of my life. I ain't a queen, but am definitely not a machine that would run in accordance to your will. I do what I think is straight.
Through this blog, I am only trying to put forth my notion of what life is and how would I want it to be :)
Hope this keeps you interested.
I am a 14 year old, an ordinary girl and am trying to pen my views about the people as well as the kind of aura that surrounds me, and in a way also trying to deal with the rife and conventional teenage issues that I have to face each day of my life. I ain't a queen, but am definitely not a machine that would run in accordance to your will. I do what I think is straight.
Through this blog, I am only trying to put forth my notion of what life is and how would I want it to be :)
Hope this keeps you interested.
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