somewhere out there
among the shacks and relics of a broken existence
he stares outside the window
upon a world free..up he looks
swaying on sky high swings
he jumps and flies
his arms spread wide
he sits back on his arm chair and sighs
the guitar strings broken
a drumset torn and dusty
lying among the ruins of a long forgotten existence
amidst the waste furnished by his past
the memory of his first love flashed across his mind
in her skin tight jeans
and a loose sweater
sittin with him, swayin to dope infested reggae beats
The others languidly spread over the grass
flouting reality
reigning
reigning
they reigned
they, her ,him
they laughed
and they sang
beat their thoughts into their songs
engraved their lives into their songs
ram,vish, kay,our jay
now its him ,just him
they all went
disappeared
like ephemeral memories
leaving behind a bitter aftertaste
of their existence gone too soon
a hammock
a new guitar
his grey hair
his floral shirt
a new beginning
this time over
the stars listen
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4) WASH my hand after loo
[hope i am able to spread enough awareness]
ps. kanika... thanks for the leverage your blog provided
spreadin awareness was the prime aim this exposition of my habits was geared towards.bravo burf!
Ooops! Seems like the story of a loser I know.
umm..is it a 'he' with his name beginning with A?and don temme this is 'his' story man...my piece aint about sumone who's a loser..its just a plaintive man tryinna get sum soulful joy bak in his life
do u have anything to do with a course called eng hons in DU?
hahahaha Manjari
Quite the poet aren't you? nice stuff.
Might i just add you've spelt 'reigning'and 'reggae' wrong. You should really be careful about these things.
You should also consider using the capslock key where it's required.It's quite simple.
Tallyho for now, you young poetic toothsome twit:D
yes man yes puzza i need spelin lesons bad..be d altruistic philanthrope thou art n gimme swome...however lets consider this from d perspective of 'wrongly spelled words'-marginalised n ignored bcos of certain 'spelings' being conferred a dominant status...hmmm....quite a thot i say..
10:37 AM
till when will you be hung on this ts eliot effort... hate him... scored least in that paper
next post please... would prefer some keats this time... my course fav
Ya man, Jupa, I m THE poet! :D
To Satan:
WHATEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...
burf:
yar ye t.s eliot toh nahi hai ..ye toh kuch zada ho gaya..
'cool' drool monj:
she was callin ME the poet...baaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
haiii
that's great
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