As the first blog, I put up one of my compositions. Its dedicated to someone I believed would have been much more what she turned out to be. Again, my mistake. Expectations from mortals leads to disappointment. Expectations from the fairer sex leads to disaster. Life goes on...
Fifty Days
Fifty days since I saw her face,
Fifty nights spent tossing in despair.
"Who are you", I wondered guessing,
"Thou shall know", she kept repeating.
Those 'Eyes of Shiva' left me fascinated,
The Buddhist had never incriminated.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
I tried to finetune the strings vibrating,
But every meet they kept synchronizing.
The guitarist within me was adamant, I guess;
"I got no time, love is all but a mess !"
The beats got faster, dancing like waves,
I bequethed my sanity into the ocean's grave.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
The moves were slow, the meetings a few,
Suspicion was large and the pain grew.
"She will understand", the fool in me wept,
People jibed, but my trust in her leapt.
Movies and dinners, the weekends were blessed,
"Should I take the plunge?", the thought reached its crest.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
A beautiful day, a wonderful drive,
Love was in the air, my ears rang with chimes.
"Too good to be true", God whispered from behind,
The car broke down and we lost our minds.
The fight was small, but the argument snowballed,
By the end of the day, we had finished it all.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
I did not give up, "..its sure a mirrage",
My calls unanswered, the disillusionment was stark.
Here I am picking up the leftovers,
Where shall I swim from the middle of the ocean?
God, give me strength to drink this poison,
Keep her in peace, I love this liason.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
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Fifty nights spent tossing in despair.
"Who are you", I wondered guessing,
"Thou shall know", she kept repeating.
Those 'Eyes of Shiva' left me fascinated,
The Buddhist had never incriminated.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
I tried to finetune the strings vibrating,
But every meet they kept synchronizing.
The guitarist within me was adamant, I guess;
"I got no time, love is all but a mess !"
The beats got faster, dancing like waves,
I bequethed my sanity into the ocean's grave.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
The moves were slow, the meetings a few,
Suspicion was large and the pain grew.
"She will understand", the fool in me wept,
People jibed, but my trust in her leapt.
Movies and dinners, the weekends were blessed,
"Should I take the plunge?", the thought reached its crest.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
A beautiful day, a wonderful drive,
Love was in the air, my ears rang with chimes.
"Too good to be true", God whispered from behind,
The car broke down and we lost our minds.
The fight was small, but the argument snowballed,
By the end of the day, we had finished it all.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
I did not give up, "..its sure a mirrage",
My calls unanswered, the disillusionment was stark.
Here I am picking up the leftovers,
Where shall I swim from the middle of the ocean?
God, give me strength to drink this poison,
Keep her in peace, I love this liason.
Fifty days since I saw her face...
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posted by Ujjwal at 11/13/2005 02:18:00 PM
2 Comments:
hey ujjwal.
hows life shapin up?
just thought of fillin up some entries for u...got a few quotes 4u.
"I'd hate to be a teetotaler. Imagine getting up in the morning and knowing that's as good as you're going to feel all day".
"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."
"I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."
Thats a wonderful piece of writing...fifty days..lovely!
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