Monday, August 15, 2011

Conflict- happy or sad?

some wounds are still sore
and their wide, red mouths grow bigger with time
but the blood no longer oozes out,
it has dried to extinction.

some burns still sting
tears stinging my eyes instead was much better
at least i could wipe them away
but the tide of time can never wash away my scars.

some sights still scorch
a few visions my memory is happy without
blocking them away does no good
the shut drawer in my heart rattles and rattles
threatening to break out 
to drench me in the everlasting darkness again...

Sorry for posting such a depressing poem on this proud proud occasion of Independence Day but these were the first words i could type today.
sometimes it so happens with me despite the happy thoughts in my head, something, a tiny incident, a tiny memory flashes before me and the happiness is lost in gloom.
at times like this, i cant concentrate, cant study and sometimes cant even write.
In the morning i was singing the National Anthem like a hundred times, feeling so proud, so content but when i sat to make a post, the hidden feelings came out. but my mood isn't that worse to mope all day but i felt like sharing this, so there you go.

at the end of the day(or morning rather), i maybe the ever smiling Kirti but somewhere, at some corner of my heart there are some woes that are screaming to be heard but the screams are silent, afterall i dont want miseries cloud my happy life; i dont want to keep away the smile off my face.

grrr... such melodramatic lines. :P
anyways.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY
PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN
JAI HIND JAI BHARAT 



Thursday, August 11, 2011

A terse question


Will the tiny rain drop
surrender to its peers,
forcing to take it beneath?
or will it cling 
to the narrow windshield 
daring to be unique?

This question i ask my heart
for the rain of time is
shuddering my drop-like dreams
would they survive?
be a part of unknown half?
or merge with the common stream...

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Dreams... and reality

There is a pool in my dreams,
that cant be deciphered in the dark;
for it converges with the gloom inside,
and shows up in the light of a spark.

I grope for a way inside the cave,
but the stones keep falling into the pool;
and the loud echoes made by the splash,
reminds me to follow certain rules.

I walk with the fear of stumbling inside,
and shards of rock cut into my feet;
the blood becomes a part of the gory waters
each time, my heart takes a wrong beat.

There is no light, no way out
and i struggle with my insides
I stand there, my energy fades
but the agony never really subsides.

I try to come out of the illusion,
only to find the real world is fake;
and my dreams, though dark
only have my passion at stake.

But the reality is more gruesome,
and there is no escaping the fact.
thus, i recline into the same dark cave,
at least there, my soul is intact...

Friday, August 5, 2011

Dreams coming true :)

Dream come true doesnt even cover what i am feeling right now!!!
FINALLY going to watch Haryy Potter and the Deathly Hallows part-2.
Only i know how much i craved for it. ok, so i always had only a 'little' interest in the Harry Potter movies cuz the charm alays lie with the books.
but everyonetalking left and right about the movie and reading the revie, and watching the trailers, it got into my hea too-i wanna watch the movie and not at home; at some good theatre.
so here i am, in Kolkata; bunking two days worth of school(no regrets for that but i would miss Nayak sir :P :P) and one tuition( a bit of regret in this case cuz we had plans to have a game of "killer killer" today) only to watch the movie.
I slogged the whole night yesterday with PHYSICS(of all subjects but this D.C.Pandey book is damn interesting) so that my parents wont have complaints that i am not studying ONLY to watch this movie.
sigh. so i finally know what it feels like when dreams come true.
cuz honestly, Harry potteris something i have never been able to keep OUT of my dreams. right since my first book to the finale and to this date, i LOVE the series and would never cease to do that.
Harry potter used to be the world i lived in when i was a kid, the thing that made my day all  the time.
i still remember rattlingour postbox everyday when i was eleven, wishing just wishing the letter would come. admitting this is embarassing but... i dont care.
ummm, i dont have anything else to say now, cuz i am too excited. so would give the details later.
cheers!!
kirti

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

My First Acrostic

My first poem in Acrostic form, which i learnt from Jo Bryant. Thanks Jo!! your poem really inspired me :)

KIRTI

Kindred spirit of
Imaginary origins;
Remembering sad vestiges of past,
Treading on the waters of present,
Initiating bright glow of future