Poetry, music and more...

by **Satish** » Fri Mar 07, 2003 10:32 am

All those who are interested in poetry... who can pay an ode to poetry, who can write epitaphs, elegies, who can understand the stream of consciousness, listen blues, play strings, contemplate with and without grass...

by **Sameer** » Sun Mar 09, 2003 9:13 pm

Doesn\'t seem like many Hyderabadi ppl are poetic... Kinda sad. Oh well, here is a poem - it\'s not so lively and romantic but it does convey a certain aspect of most of the people\'s lives. ************* Death ************ Lying on my bed staring at the walls memories sweet and sad memories flashing by as the time calls. Faces known unknown all around all frowning not one with a smile sadness like covers all the ends darkness everywhere for miles n mile. Spent most of my life running striving hard to make money trying to get rich the easy way nvr stopped, now repenting. Wish i had done some good had stopped when I was asked to wish had made one person happy done something for someone selflessly. Alas! its is too late now nothing there is now that I can do I lie in my bed, staring at the walls regretting and awaiting my death. (Sikandar M Khan)

by **Hallucinator** » Mon Mar 10, 2003 2:28 pm

Why are poets pessimists?? always talking about death?? can\'t they find joy in living?? live life...

by **Satish** » Mon Mar 10, 2003 2:59 pm

Hi Sikandar... you kickstarted the board... Thank you...

by **Arun** » Mon Mar 10, 2003 3:20 pm

Hi Satish et al! I\'m writing this with a hang of the early morning blues since the begining of the day. \'Poetry, Music and more...\' Hmmm, a very nice start - or is it another contemplating ejaculation for all the junctures which could only be in our dreams but never to happen in reality? Well, Satish, are you one among the few people who were the victims of getting carried away by the odes of extremism? Are you one among the people who always strive to do something but realise the thrive for realism in the end? Huh! Do I sound like a rebellion again

. Listening to blues, Contemplating thoughts, Lateral sense, Primal Screams, Flourishing frustration... is this the way of life or is it the dark side of everyone\'s life which nobody can dare to look upon? 

Not to mention, are we trying to show to the world that we know better things and having a pleasure out of this refined crucification? I recall the sayings of one of my friends who believed in practicality earlier than all this fundoos have been developed around our society:
\'Poetry, music and your lousy thinking are a kind of shield you have moulded around yourself just make sure that nobody ascertains your uncertainity and inconsistency\'.
 
Fire me guys! If I was under a false impression of seeing things, err, \'the other way around\'. Thanks for being so patient to read all this crap till this time

Adios

by **thus spake an artist** » Mon Mar 10, 2003 3:31 pm

It seems Arun stopped at Heisenberg\'s uncertainity... destruction necessitates construction... living on the edge makes it possible... it is the twining and untwining the threads of art to see whole new patterns ...remember zarathustra??

by **Teetotaller** » Tue Mar 11, 2003 10:41 am

Hey, leave all this, and njoi this stuff... let\'s share poetry and music... of course, wine too
 
Yesterday This day\'s Madness did prepare; 
To-morrow\'s silence, Truimph, or Despair: 
Drink! for know you not whence you came, nor why: 
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. 
 (Omar Khayyam in Rubaiyat)

 And if the cup you drink, the Lip you press, 
End in what All begins and ends in--Yes; 
Imagine then you are what heretofore 
You were--hereafter you shall not be less 
 (Omar Khayyam in Rubaiyat)

by **popesmokesdope** » Tue Mar 11, 2003 8:31 pm

Death\'s beauty is in the fact that it is so impure. Death doesnt ask of us to interpret it in the way it wants to. If everything was clear to the person experiencing death, there is no need for any thought. It\'s the ambiguity of the phenomenon which pleads to whoever is listening/feeling/viewing it to spark some thought, debate or discuss that holds it together. Death is a religion, death is a priest, death is a truth, embracing me...

by **Arun** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 11:57 am

hi popesmokesdope! After reading your message, I could resist myself from posting a poem here which was written by one of my friend. Here it goes.. 

Is death something to be scared of? 
While it’s just another time travel, 
another uncertainty after this mortal world 
You may condemn the tragedy that arranges it 
Or the pain that begins it 
Or the goodbye tears that accompany it 
Or the sudden arrival that brings it 

So sudden 
That you can not even choose 
What flowers to decorate your grave 
Whether the white roses or the white lilies 
Is it allowed to just pick any kinds and colors? 
Just like death itself 
That picks anyone without consideration 

So sudden 
That you can not even write any invitations 
For those to attend your funeral 
Is it proper to just show up, 
Even though not invited? 
Just like death itself 
That comes always without invitation

by **Charon** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 12:02 pm

I know what death is... what it looks like... it\'s a flight from impurity. Gimme a penny, I\'ll ferry u across. You need not to smoke dope for that... a penny is enough...

by **Satish** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 12:14 pm

Hey... nice to see so many great literary heads colliding... here\'s a poem ...we need music connoisseurs also to contribute... 

Intimacies!! 

Attributes attracted; 
Pheromones fascinated impulses 
Organs revelled!! 

Seduced solitude 
Entangled freedom in an asylum 
Don Juan repented!! 

Auctioned senses to mountains 
Sisyphus caressed up 
Kisses un-lipped!! 

Fell upon the wall 
From the torture of togetherness 
To the longing of loneliness!!

by **popesmokesdope** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 6:11 pm

This is a brilliant board. But my point is that there really is no \"reality\" to discover. What is art but metaphysical imagery and emotional response. There is no well-defined parameter to work with ... there is
simply no common reality for everyone. Of course, I could take it a step higher and talk about the nature of reality itself, but it becomes irrelevant here. I don\'t believe in the absoluteness of anything. I am right now trying to discover post-mordernism in art. Led zeppelin was
always fun to play around and so was Zappa ;-)

.

by **popesmokesdope** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 6:24 pm

Ahh... the ferryman of the dead finally speaks from the rat hole... giving his encyclopaedic / insignificant comments on what to do with my life... dear charon, \'tis just my screen name ...and please stop flirting with ignorance... here you go ...a nickel for your thoughts.

by **popesmokesdope** » Wed Mar 12, 2003 6:36 pm

LMOA.... that was a Klassick...I have already worked up a tune for that ... is that copyrighted or something ? \"sisyphus caressed up\" >> BHwahahahahaaha .... awesome dude. Here is one of my fav >>> 

\"We are just a moment in time, 
A blink of an eye, 
A dream for the blind, 
Visions from a dying brain, 
I hope you don\'t understand.\"

by **Satish** » Thu Mar 13, 2003 11:54 am

Of course, copyrighted... Mr. Dope... But we need to work out more for this board...

by **4MyLove** » Thu Mar 13, 2003 12:38 pm

\"And in Life\'s noisiest hour, 
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, 
The heart\'s Self-solace and soliloquy. 
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within; 
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart 
Thro\' all my Being, thro\' my pulse\'s beat; 
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, 
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve 
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. 
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, 
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you..\"

by **Srinu** » Thu Mar 13, 2003 3:46 pm

Why so much talk abt death, 
when we are still alive, 
beautiful death may be, 
but so is life. 

death is yet to come,
let me worry abt it another day,
living life as it comes,
why dont i just party today..

well...... at least thats what life is to me... live while it lasts.. no one gets out alive anyway..

by **Satish** » Fri Mar 14, 2003 11:00 am

Totally great..!!

by **popesmokesdope** » Fri Mar 14, 2003 12:58 pm

Like religion, I created mind idols 
Of you, and slept at your stone feet 
I worshipped your beady eyes 
In your temple, found retreat. 

And like religion, I blindly followed 
Your book, and propagated to all 
Your splendour, majesty and beauty 
Dogmas I created, maliciously to befall. 

Like religion, I preached your sermons 
To my own congregation of fools 
Celebrated, in atonement, your festivals 
Mindfully followed your rules. 

And like religion, I cursed all detractors 
Unbelievers, that seemingly saw through you 
Shed their blood with swords of divine hate 
For you were the one, and only, true. 

Till one fine, gloomy rain day 
You finally frowned, and went away 
Offering burnt alibis of the angelic order 
Leaving me the blame, labelling me \"marauder\". 
As the day of judgement drew near 
Not a Heaven was in sight 
A fiery pit, had I died 
For clearly, 
Like religion, 
You lied.

by **4MyLove** » Sat Mar 15, 2003 5:04 pm

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, 
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure, 
Endless torments dwell about thee, 
Yet who would live, and live without thee... 

Everyday I confess that I love you, I rejoice that I love you 
I thank the maker of heaven and earth that gave you to me, the exultation floods me!! 

Only our love hath no decay 
This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, 
Running it never runs from us away, 
But truly keeps first, last, everlasting day... 

It was a new feeling... something more than we had dared to own before 
Which when we didn\'t hide, we saw in each other\'s eyes... 
And wished in every half-breathed sigh... 
To speak... But did not...!!! 
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away 
And all the things I want to say can find no voice 
Then in silence... I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart... 

Sweetheart, think about it... There must be higher love... 
Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above... 
Without it, life is a wasted time... 
Look inside your heart, I\'ll look inside mine!! 

Come to me in my dreamz and then by day I shall be well again 
For so the night will more than pay 
The hopeless longing of the day!! 
The way you let your hand rest in mine, my bewitching sweetheart, 
Fills me with happiness. 
It\'s the perfection of confiding love. 

Everything you do... the little unconscious things 
Charms me and increases my sense of nearness to you 
Identification with you till my heart is full to overflowing... 

There is a place in me where your fingerprints still rest... 
Your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo... 
It\'s a place where a part of you will forever be a part of mine... 

To be your friend was all I ever wanted, to be your lover was all I ever dreamed!!

by **Satish** » Tue Mar 18, 2003 1:42 pm

When dreams drift towards deserts 
And the sky overcast is desolate 
When the thoughts are tumultuous 
And the notes are blindly blended 

...Look into my eyes... 

When tears sway on lids 
And melt as pearly snow 
Through the red cheeks 
Blazed by the hot heart 
...Look into my eyes... 

...Deep into my eyes... 

...In my eyes... 
The splash of colors in the sky 
And dreams sprouting into twigs 
The thoughts weaving into lyrics 
And the notes gushing into synchronized streams 

...In my eyes... 

The music of melting snow 
The rattle of rivulets 
The gush of rivers 
The depth of a sea 
And the infinity of an ocean 
...Deep in my eyes...

by **Satish** » Tue Mar 18, 2003 2:50 pm

Hey!! Pope spoke the truth. Maybe his dope helped him, but truly nothing is real - neither religion nor ideas - except love and death. Death and love are synonymous, it seems, after reading our pope and 4mylove. It needs ...to write a poem like pope.

by **4MyLove** » Thu Mar 20, 2003 10:03 am

I promised you a poem, so I went through my book 
I couldn\'t find anything, so I took another look 
This time I looked within my heart 
That is where I found the words to start... 

Sometimes words are unspoken 
Which need to be told 
And deep down I was hoping my emotions would hold 
But the stronger they got... 
The harder I fell... 
I guess I love you a lot 

If you couldn\'t already tell... 
It\'s like every little thing you do 
Brings a smile to my face 
I can\'t help but stare at you 
And welcome your embrace... 

I think of you every day, 
Even when you are around 
I never felt this way, 
You picked me up when I was down 
The chills you bring are unspeakable... 
The way you make me melt inside 
Do u know you\'re so incredible? 
You gave me reason not to hide... 

If I could talk forever I\'d say how you make me feel 
I promise I\'ll keep us together, for as long as you can deal 
My heart beats for only you with every passing hour 
I promise I\'ll always be true... 

Sweet, you have this power, I love your touch 
Your warm and subtle stare, your words and such 
And you always being there, I know I can count on you 
Through good times and bad, and so I know a thing or two... 

And baby, I am glad 
If we had never met 
I don\'t exactly know where I\'d be, 
I live with no regret 
Having you here by me I give my hand to you 
With all my heart I can\'t wait to live my life with you 
I can\'t wait to start...

by **4MyLove** » Thu Mar 20, 2003 10:05 am

Laying underneath the stars, on a warm silent night. 
Your arms are wrapped around me, And everything feels right. 
You kiss me sweet and softly, 
I feel your warm gentle touch, 
You help me feel protected, 
Under the sweet night sky rush... 
My world before me is perfect... 
There\'s nowhere else I want to be 
Nothing could be more right... There\'s nowhere else I want to be 

Let\'s take a walk, my only love, 
Hand in hand, you and me 
Let\'s lie underneath the stars, Hand in hand, you and me 

Just when everything is perfect, And you seem so delicately sweet, 
A rush of wind comes past me, as I\'m swept beneath my feet... 

Come as thou cam\'st a thousand times 
A messenger from radiant climes, 
And smile on thy new world, and be 
As kind to others as to me... 

Or, as thou never cam\'st in sooth, 
Come now, and let me dream it truth 
And hold my face, and kiss my brow 
And say... My love!! Why sufferest thou?? 

I promised you a poem not knowing where to begin 
Now I write you this poem not knowing where to end. 
There aren\'t enough stars in the sky, to show 
How many times, I\'ve wished for you... 
There aren\'t enough places in the world, 
To show how far I\'d really go for you... 
So, my love, 
Let me tell you in no words, 
How much you mean to me. 
Nothing in this world, 
Can add up to how much I love you. 
So let it now be known, that this is the moment, 
I can finally be yours, 
As you will be mine...

by **Satish** » Fri Mar 21, 2003 3:34 pm

Altered-Ego?? 

At last, came a wild tigress from the woods 
And stayed in the kingdom of my soul, passively 
The stripes on her, carried with her the strife 
And my swelling veins, the passion in me 
She always looked as if to devour me silently 
And I protested her with all my pompousness 
Though stirred, agitated, fierce and sanguine 
The tigress dared not absorb me 
For the fear of the dangling swords 
Between the stripes of her strife and the path of my love 
Yet we both exchanged glances, voices and words 
And in this dance of debate, we maneuvered the swords 
Confronting, kissed I the strife of the tigress 
Melted, tamed and altered her to my mistress 
With the tigress cheering my ego, felt I like a tiger 
And ventured into the thronged streets of chaos 
Leading revolts and upheavals against the orgy of strife 
To restore love, rhythm and order with the wild kiss of a tiger!!

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