The Poetic Accents::FRIENDS FOREVER

Shaking hands with smiling face,

In this fashion, in that fashion.

Every date we meet together,

In this tushan, in that tushan.

Always merry, whole day cheery,

Wasting every penny on each other.

This fun sharing, those cool sharings,

Never carve up hassles of each other.

Sometimes specials come closer too,

Deluges of temptations transpire.

Thoughts of their become piece of life,

Beautiful associations then conspire.

Always weeping,whole time crying,

When we separate for forever.

Thinking to meet again in life,

We say them we friends forever!

Then they soon befall hazy memories,

Then they just come in our dreams.

Shaking hands with smiling face,

In this fashion, in that fashion.

PARAMVEER SAINI

feb,2009

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DREAMING ATTROCIOUS ATONEMENT - REPOSTED

From within the silent shores
comes a screaming call
from a voice well known
An attention captured!

In the stormy night
where thunder roars
A sudden spark lits
The darkness broken!

Recalling my memories
looking back to shadows
That staring broken gaze
A story re-opens!

Some unanswered questions
certain unaccepted answers
two confused blazing eyes
Their sad spark noticed!

Drops of mist, the dew in them
falling upon me through my soul
A dusty wind blows a flash
Some vision fades into illusions!

Retracing the paths of past
falling back I shatter apart
encountering a painful truth!
A mirror witnessed!

I often doubt If I'm worthy
of what I had been blessed of
Confessing to my heart
A Dream concludes half way!

- Pulkit tiwari
(13th march , 01:27)

NOTES - I had always been hesitant to share any visual philosphical poetry at any public meduim right from childhood but have written ample ammount of strange verses, whose actual sense I believe that only I understand! In short they are poetic blunders but some mystifying words and nothing more... this one seems to be just one more like that! :D . mirror metaphor. is the key to this poetic piece actually!

ts a poem based on a dream... where i saw myself... drenched in rain...on a cold night... standing in a lonely foggy street....
suddenly a voice comes and i turn around... i feel i have heard it...i see two eyes in the dark corner of street.... i see sadness in them...i see red tears in them... and then i see that its shinking hard on me,...i go close... and when i reach the end of street...in the end is nothing... but a mirror....
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its was me...those eyes were mine,that voice was mine,that sadnedd was mine... i witnessed a mirror... it was attrocious... which means cruel...as i saw myself in a very sad broken shattered state... it had atonement... which means "pashyataam in hindi", meaning regret.... about something...i become awake and dream breaks....thats the end of poem
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now see the pic again.... in the blog with the poem...ul understand the whole poem

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The Poetic Accents::DREAMS

yet not life is so apprehensive,

not so clean.........not so with enigma,
not so fancy on which I go naive,
still I view a second life.
a life so bitter like sorrows of bush,
so tasty like poems of mine.
my fellows...my queens,
my family....my real dreams.
all meet me every night,
under my eyes in my dreams.

P.S.:This was the first poem I had written on "Dream" theme and posted @ www.poemhunter.com on 9/7/2008 . Not such a big poem this is. Just posting to initiate the label DREAMS on this blog. I know all of us can write under this label!!

DISTINCTLY YOURS,

PARAMVEER SAINI

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