Kaivalya

ignore the roses, for their fate is to wilt how long will the bloom and the fragrance endure? born amidst cruel thorns full of sorrow and guilt grown into cruel petals and profoundly impure; with all false pride and in the mirthless joy they swell in the bounty of their bloody hue and smirk at the gentle lotuses that buoy over the noble ponds of holy waters blue. ignore the roses, for they're no immortal souls losing virginity while climbing up the bowers vain attempt to reach the heavens, what unreal goals !ever so inappropriate, these damned poor flowers! Siddartha Pamulaparty June 20.2007

somebody said she was a schoolboy's dream someone confessed, hell, she's hot like steam some people fought to just stand by her side the idiots they were, could never really hide the passion that this girl had started in their hearts this looks of her were shooting love-stained darts....... she was just a girl and i was her guy untill i kissed her and said goodbye well, if it wasn't for that goddamn night my arms would still be hugging her tight it wasn't me, it was all her fault she should've known it right from the start i loved her deeply from the bottom of my heart she played fun with it, and tore it apart she hid her mind, I thought she's afraid "I love you, lady", it was true what I said she was so gentle and polite alright but hell what she did in the last was not right! o baby! i am so very sorry for your plight there's still time, it's not yet end of the night.

The following is a prose-style poetry I attempted inspired by the style of Rabindranath Tagore. I was not as mature as I am today when I wrote it about 5 years back. The southern winds while on their pilgrimage to the North, touch me delicately, when I am deep in my thoughts. They prompt me to stay awake- lest I miss the event that I eagerly await: the moment of glory, when you- with your gentle stride, cross through the path of my dreams……. Ever since the sun broke into the azure sky early in the day, I have been suffering from the animosities of folks, whom I thought were my kith and kin. The very thought of being with them is now crippling my heart- leaving no ground for me to stand upon. After a day-long struggle to still be alive, here I am, at your feet dieing to live, like an unfortunate sailor full of thirst, who survived a miserable wreckage. I lost all my consciousness and fainted out of distress, with failing efforts to regain my strength. I know not what happened between th...