Another One

The silence carried by the breeze,
The sweet flow of the river water,
Lying awake in a distant dream,
I ruled my life, my self, my soul.

But times change ,as do our lives.
I am bound by numerous chains.
I want to free myself again.
So,that I could fly,
fly with time and let it take away,
all the burdens.
The grieves, the sadness have
crushed me down.
But I will rise,
like a phoenix from its ashes.
I am not a slave.
God owes me a lot
I played a part in his play.

And now he has to free me,
free me, from my own self.
I will go high with the breeze,
I will go down with the river.
The dream will come true.
And i will rule my life, my self, my soul.
Again.

Result of a month and a half.

This is not just something I wrote in a boring lecture. I took almost a month to write it. Firstly, because, I have been more sincere during the lectures this time. Secondly, because I was stuck at certain point, but got through finally. It may not be worth reading or posting on a blog (I know my poems suck. even I don’t like them), but I have nothing else to do. So here it goes.

I found you in the dark,

I found you in light,

Both beautiful,

A true delight.

You pull my ears,

You pinch my arm.

You hug me to death

And say there is no harm.

I try to hide,

You follow me.

You go away,

When I turn back.

You come in my dreams,

I dream of you in reality,

In white satin dress,

The Adam and Eve.

I try to talk to you,

You say but I can’t hear.

Why can’t we be

So much more near.

I tried to touch you,

You felt me too,

A tickle on the neck,

And then you disappear.

Now it’s been years,

I haven’t seen you since,

The last time we met,

On the far lonely hills.

I have grown,

You must have too,

I still see you though,

In my dreams untrue.

So many have come and gone, trying

To get me out of the blue,

But Oh! My love My love,

The true angel have been you.

Title Justification

One may wonder over the title of the blog. So I thought that a little explanation won't do any harm.


'Pen, paper and boring lectures' would contain all the stuff written during those boring lectures I have attended, where I luckily happened to have a pen and a paper. Now I do try to concentrate in the lectures and take down the notes but sometimes they become just unbearable. So instead of the formulae, I write down whatever comes to my mind. Sometimes I draw stuff, sometimes I write a poem or the lyrics of the most recent song I have heard.