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Written by Kunal on Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 in Uncategorized.
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Of all the confusions that a person can have, the worst are the confusions of love. Because it involves emotions, hormones or maybe because the beating of heart overshadows the thumping of the brain. Whatever be the reason, all reasons are lost in the silence occurring between two souls separated by a sea of emotions which also is the cause of their attachment. When do you know its love? When do you know its love, enough, to last? Should this feeling be ignited or left dormant like a baby. Maybe like a baby, all this feeling would do after waking is cry and create a mess. Maybe its better off asleep, innocent, naive and beautiful.
Then comes the pang of pain, a lust, not for the body but for the relationship. You want to be happy with that person, only. It is a blinding flash temporarily killing your vision. You can not even see that the person you love is happy, already. Its not fair, I know. Its not fair, you know. And of all the times you have faced unfairness, this time, you want life to be fair, for you. All the happiness in you is drained. Obsession might be the right word. But you are called a ‘FANATIC’.
Every emotion I feel.
Every thought crossing my mind.
I filter,
To take out, you, of them.
Holding on to you.
Leaving all else aside. You my Love,
You my hate.
You my hurt, You my pain.
Happiness? Who needs it now.
A fragile thing at most,
It will lead me nowhere.
You are my anger, You my revenge.
Smile now never comes,
Only a mournful sneer,
Or a senile laugh.
You are my passion,
To justify all wrong, that I do.
To be evil to all,
And to you.
For you I shall kill, rob and hurt.
For you I shall cry, shout and die.
You, Yes You are my sole reason.
My survival, my end and in between,
I leave it on you.
Can you be mine, Oh! Please.
Mercy will be upon you.
With every waning moon that I see,
and every day as moon-light recede.
The devil in me is getting stronger.
Vile and loathsome though he may be,
It is but a tiny kid to thee.
Look into your heart, leaving your mind.
Look into my heart, trust me.
Else blame will be upon you,
You let a poor thing go rot.
You smiled when I cried,
Happy were you in my misery.
You are the reason for what I am.
You shall be the reason for future,
Dark, black, ugly.
Whatever it might be.
Dedicated to all the Fanatics.
If love is not an obsession then its not enough Love.
O Death! Please come again.
Written by Kunal on Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 in Death.
It’s a mistake I think.
Err.. Don’t get me wrong sir.
Am not accusing or doubting you.
Sure though there is some error.
I am human still, I feel.
O Death! Please come again.
Yes, I saw the sights.
The tunnel too was pretty bright.
Alas! Though now everything seems normal.
It seems like a hospital bed.
A bright tube dazzling my eyes.
Doctors and nurses glad.
Proud of their foolish achievement.
What do they know.
Its your callousness not their capability.
That brought this upon me.
Oh! Sir, I mean no disrespect.
Its just am frustrated.
Was so ready for this yes, I was.
Perfect the moment was.
For my sudden demise.
O Death! Please come again.
Now don’t give me that look.
You know as well as I.
‘What I am saying?’
You know my heart through and through.
I am bored, bored of being alive.
And then you give me dreams.
Dreams of the end.
No happiness, no sorrow.
No past or tomorrow.
The end was gentle to the core.
I had no need to be gentle anymore.
No pretence of being subtle.
No force of being loud.
No ego to push me down.
It was a dream come true.
I could love what I want.
I could love whom I want.
Hate would not have to be buried.
And now you say to me WHAT!!
It was a mistake!
Bloody hell it was.
Pardon me sir, for my language.
Now I want this mistake back.
I want my life back.
O Death! Please come again.
Mistake or with possible consideration.
Take me with you, again.
O Death! Please come again.
For You, My Love.
Written by Kunal on Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 in Uncategorized.
Last night
When half of moon visited the sky
I saw a strange vision.
What was it?
What it meant?
God’s word or,
Satan’s voice.
Angelic origin or,
My eyes’ fault.
But the half was smiling
Looking at me
Peeping rather,
From the nearby house.
It wanted something I know.
It needed something I felt.
I ran for help
Forgetting the human limits.
Pain, happiness, joy, cry
All faded in that milky shine.
But Alas!
All my effort went in vain.
The help I wanted to give
The care I wanted to provide
They were of no use.
Solitary,
I failed.
Far, far away,
The half went.
To meet its beloved.
To be full, to complete.
Its pain I knew before
Reason I feel now.
“I’ll be back”
Said it to me.
“Complete with other half, beside me”.
I’ll wait, I’ll wait
For the promise to complete.
Bless thee Oh! Incompleteness.
You give us all a meaning.
I’ll find you one day, I promise.
My other half, trust me
I’ll find you one day, I promise.
Another blog
Written by Kunal on Sunday, June 28th, 2009 in Uncategorized.
Hey guys..
I have another blog on which I put the random content from My life.. It is in true sense a weblog..
Its address is-
http://www.kunal-prakash.com/
A moment is what I need
For my millions dreams, I see.
Wishes, hopes, tears and joy.
But Alas!
Amidst all the commotion,
All the kill, hate and blabber.
What I do? What I do?
Have to run away,
Fly off far away.
God, where are you?
I want my moment.
Please,
A moment is what I need
For my millions dreams, I see.
A momentary loss.
Written by Kunal on Sunday, June 21st, 2009 in Sad.
Tears flowed,
A little moistening of the cheeks,
Followed.
Reminding all the truths.
Hidden that were
In the bottom if my heart.
Pain that I feel, sorrow that I felt.
It all came back to me.
I have lost a million times.
Why does it hurt now?
Burnt in love a few times.
Why does it hurt now?
All the memories coming back to me.
Like before death they do.
……………………………….
PS- After this my train of thoughts collapsed and this incomplete poem is left. Though somehow it feels complete, to me. Only, it can not justify the title.
I am beginning this blog with the prestige because a poetry is never complete without its end. Without the prestige their is no motive to the beginning, no use of the journey. How so much we say that it is the journey that is important the truth shall never change. It is the goal that brings true joy. The prestige is where everything comes to its climax, where everyone finds out the truth, where it all ends.
And of all the endings one can be in, like an ending of a movie or a relationship. Maybe end of an era, a century or the end of a journey. Nothing is as absolute or as comprehensive or as inevitable as the end of life. Death is the greatest prestige that we all witness. And the most beautiful thing about it is that it is the single most remarkable thing that we all witness. It is the one destination we all reach. It is the one ending we all know.
And it is the one thing that fascinates me the most. You will along the path see many poems on death. Hence I felt obligatory to dedicate my first post to the ‘end’.
Hello world!
Written by Kunal on Sunday, June 21st, 2009 in Uncategorized.
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