Perception

 

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Perceptions (1)

 

Persistence is terribly fictional

In this world so erratic

 Whose denials are so deep

That even truth denies itself…

 

©2013 Snehal Sahay

 

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“PERCEPTIONS”

It means, “Insight, Awareness, Discernment, Observation, Sensitivity, Vision, Outlook, Point of view”etc.

These are my short verses/poetry pieces/prose(S), or whatever one wants to name them. Now on, I am taking them up as one of my way of  personnel and free expression, rhyme or not, meters or not, pun or not, literary or not.

We need to break the former bonds to let expression remain boundless….

Just wanted to give it a name…a common one.

Thanks for being a part of paradox!

 

 

 

 

 

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If just…

if

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If just life flew like water

Hearts would not burn as fire,

If just love over-rode lust

We would live, not just desire….

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If just time passed like wind

The wounds won’t sting each time and pain,

If just understanding rode over egos,

Eyes would bubble instead of rain…

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If just thoughts escaped like sand

Little moments won’t be called days,

If just feelings could speak aloud

Words won’t get wasted in endless ways…

 

If just…

 

 

©2012

 

 

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Thanks for being with me and being a part of my paradox.

Enjoy!

 

 

Vents of my life

 

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Sometimes, I realize,

 

How much I have wasted,

How many tears I have shed,

How many nights I have cried,

How many feelings were bribed,

How many moments I have wasted,

For those uncaring souls

Who never ever mattered

Or needed to…

 

 

Sometimes I realize,

 

How much it did pain,

How useless was the gain,

How endless it did rain

How much I tried to be sane,

When life could have been crazy,

But I didn’t let it be free

For those things that never much mattered

But needed to…

 

Sometimes I realize,

 

How many vents I left unfilled…

How many depths I felt on a hill

How many smiles I forgot to smile

How I ran endlessly on the mile

When I could have rested

Let others be tested

For those whom I never mattered

But needed to…

 

 

Sometimes I do

Sometimes I need to….

 

 

 

© 2012

 

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Thanks for being with me in my journey through this paradox!

Love you all!

 

Remain entangled,

Enjoy our paradox!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It brings me closer to me

 

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Touch a string

Pluck a chord

Play it on

Let myself be heard…

 

Adding an unknown

In an unseen

Feeling the invisible

The one I have really been…

 

Being the raw

Key of a guitar

Taking the silence

Of solitude afar…

 

Clutching in my arms

And then letting it free

Entangling it in my fingers, around

Letting myself just be “me”…

 

Kissing the pouring rain and bliss

Of enduring notes and rhymes

Taking a deep mesmerizing dip

Away from the ocean of times…

 

Plucking a small shining chord

Humming an unknown tune

Speaking some unspoken words

Being my life’s own queen…

 

 

It brings me closer to me.

 

©2012

 

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I love music!!! It’s like the world to me! My passion, my release, my love, my soul and much more.

What about you? What is it to you?

Speak!

 

Thanks for being a part of my paradox!

 

 

 

I know

 

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I know, this moment will also pass

Once again, things won’t be so cross.

 

The winters won’t last for too long

The springs would soon, sing their song.

 

I know, these stiff ends won’t be always too gross

These thorns would end into the greenish, bluish moss.

 

The rough and moisture less air would once be tired,

These useless words and cults would cease from being fired. 

 

I know, once, these rough edges would get aligned

The peace of hearts and soul, we will once again find.

 

These colors of heartless hatred, they will get dissolved

These labels, these judgments, these diversities, will get enrolled.

 

I know this moment of weakness, will get unleashed

Once again, the flowers, the blooms will make them pleased.

 

Once again, someday, one day, we will be one

One earth, one sky, one color, one ocean, one “we” and the sun.

 

I know….

© 2012

 

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I wish the day comes soon, when these diversities wont be “classes” or “creeds” or “’labels”, lower or higher, but just “one”.

One “we”. One world.

Where our birth won’t describe who we are, but as Martin Luther King Jr. said, “not by the color of their skin, but the content of their character”

 

Thanks for being here friends!

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Speak out!

Enjoy our paradox!

 

 

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A tincture of each.


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What color do the winds have?

What color does the music high?

What colors do the feelings deep?

What color does the tears, the sigh?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does the heartbeat have?

What color does my emotions?

What colors do the light of joy?

What colors do the rules, the notions?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color do our dreams have?

What color does our life?

What color does the words that calm?

What colors the words of hope and strife?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

What color does my smile have?

What colors do my pains?

What color does a child spread?

What color does the rain?

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

A bit of snow, fields, mountains and ditch,

Some pain, some joy, some hide and seek,

Some lemon, some apple, some orange and peach,

Life is nothing, but a tincture of each.

 

 

No particular color,

But a tincture of each.

 

 

© 2012 

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 Thanks for being with me friends, you all are different, special, away, near, tall, short, rural, urban,

  red, blue, green, purple, rainbowa tincture of each!

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Enjoy our paradox!

 

 

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No more life

 

 

Dark crimson

Red,

Some black

Some bluish pigments

Spots she had.

 

She lied there

Unmovable

Untreatable

Unused,

Outguessed

Remains

The reason of her

Such state,

Remains

In her

Solid cold bones.

 

Her pink turned black lips

Her brown caramel eyes

Her breathless

Noiseless

Motionless

Lifeless

Body.

 

 

Unmovable

Unseen

Reason of her

Present state,

Unknown.

 

Only some dripping hot blood

Shows

That before a while

She was movable

Treatable

Worth guessed

Outraged.

 

Why?

 

No one knows

No one guesses

No one feels

No one shows

No one tries

No one wants

No one does

No one does know

 

No one

 

 

Except that

She will never return

Ever.

 

 

© 2012

 

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This post was an answer to the daily prompt, “http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/11/30/daily-prompt-imitationflattery/” ie, copying your favorite blogger style of writing! Woof! Cool right?

Not likely. Trying to imitate someone, but not losing your own style, however, your style must not overlap your inspirations…Woof! Too much to handle!

So, one of my favorites and the one who I never though I could copy, the free verse writer  THE NAUGHTY POET, (http://thenaughtypoet.wordpress.com/) is imitated here by me . Hope its not too bad. Would love to hear from my inspiration himself, as well as my lovely friends.

 

 

Thank you!

Enjoy!