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Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, “If I Live, I will kill you. If I Die, You are forgiven.” Such is the Rule of Honor.


FULL MANY A GEM OF PUREST RAY SERENE

THE DARK UNFATHOMED CAVES OF OCEAN BEAR

FULL MANY A FLOWER IS BORN TO BLUSH UNSEEN

AND WASTE ITS SWEETNESS ON THE DESERT AIR.

I THINK YOU KNOW THOMAS GRAY.HIS LINES HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOU TOO.

‘EACH LAUGTER IS JUST A SHOW’ IS PRETTY ENOUGH

YOU ARE TALENTED.BUT DON’T WASTE IT ON THE DESERT AIR OF INDIA

YOU, I, AND OTHER YOUNG POETS WILL DIE A SILENT DEATH.

INDIA IS A LAND LOOTED BY POLITICIANS.ITS CULTURE IS DYING. SEX HAS CAUGHT INDIA ON THE THROAT.I VISITED YESTERDAY THE CHAT ROOM JUST TO GET MY MOOD FIT BACK.I CAME FROM THE COLLEGE DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED. I SAW MY FRIEND’S LOVER WITH ANOTHER MAN SHARING HANDS.WHAT A WORLD THIS IS? I FELT. NO ONE IS SINCERE.

I AM STILL ALIVE ONLY BECAUSE I WANT TO WRITE MORE AND MORE.

I THOUGHT OF PUBLISHING MY POEMS.I DON’T WANT TO BECOME FAMOUS

BECAUSE KEATS HAVE TAUGHT ME

VERSE FAME AND BEAUTY ARE INTENSE INDEED

BUT DEATH INTENSER, DEATH IS LIFE’S HIGH MEED

BUT I HAVE NO MONEY.

POETRY HAS LOST IT GREATNESS. I HAVE SPOKE TO YOU ABOUT NIKHIL PAREKH-INDIAN YOUNG POET – THOUSAND POEMS –ARE THEY REALLY POEMS. IT IS JUST PROSE ARRANGED IN LINES.BUT I BELIVE THAT POETRY HAVE ITS OWN LIMITS.WE CAN WRITE ANYTHING BUT ONLY BY STANDING WITHIN THOSE LIMITS.

HAVE YOU READ THE POEM ‘TRUTH ABOUT FLOODS ‘ BY NIZZIM EZEKIEL

THE GREAT INDIAN POET. IT IS JUST A PROSE ARRANGED IN LINES.

POETRY SHOULD BE WRITTEN IN METRE.THIS IS WHERE WE HAVE TO JOIN HANDS.

YOU ARE TALENTED AND YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL. DON’T WRITE LIKE POST MODERN POETS.DON’T BE AN EZEKIEL, KAMALA DAS OR PAREKH.WRITE IN METRICAL FORM.

BUT NOW I FEEL ANXIOUS.HOW CAN I BELIEVE YOU. I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.NOW YOU KNOW MY HEART.

MY MADNESSSSSSSSSS           MY MADNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

I AM ALONE IN THIS UNREAL WORLD.WHAT SHALL I NOW DO? WHAT SHALL I NOW SAY?

THIS IS ALL I KNOW ON EARTH

AND ALL YE NEED TO KNOW

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YOU HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT MY SUGGESTION OF JOINING HANDS;

TURN BACKWARDS NOW.SEEK THE MYSTERY BEHIND YOU.SOME WHERE, SOMETIME AGO A BIRTH HAS TOOK PLACE.DOES IT HAVE A DUTY TO COMPLETE.

I HAD DONE SO AND RECOGNIZED WHAT MY DUTY IS.I HOLD NO SUPERIOR BLOOD, MY FOOT HOLDS NO GOLDEN SHOES WITH WHICH I CAN TREAD TOWARDS HISTORY.BUT THERE IS A DUTY WHICH I SHOULD DO.I AM INCOMPLETE MAN.BUT I SHOULD TRY ATLEAST.MY PASSION FOR POETRY.

SHAKESPEARE, MILTON, KEATS, SHELLEY, FROST——–WHAT A WORLD THEY HAD BEHIND.BUT IT IS DETERIORATING.SOME ARE MAKING IT SO.

RHYTHM, RHYME I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE NOW.

NOW

PROSE IS POETRY, POETRY PROSE

THAT’S ALL PRESENT POETS KNOW ON EARTH

AND ALL THEY WANT TO KNOW.

RENAISSANCE IS MY AIM.I KNOW I CAN’T DO IT ALONE.THAT’S WHY I APPEAR IN CHAT ROOMS FIRING THE DIALOGUE

“IS HERE ANY POETS”

BUT MY EXPERIENCE UPTO THIS DAY SAYS THAT NONE IS INTERESTED IN POETRY.THEN WHAT SHALL I REVIVE.I WEEP BEFORE THE PICTURE OF JOHN KEATS AND ROBERT FROST IN SILENCE.WHAT SHALL I DO NOW.I AM A POOR MAN BORN TO DIE IN SEA.MY DEATH.I DON’T KNOW WHE WILL IT HAPPEN.THE FRAILEST THING IN THE WORLD.I AM NOT A FREE BIRD.I AM HAUNTED BY MYSTERY.I CAN FEEL IT SO CLOSE TO MY HEART NOW.

Let not ambition mock my useful toil

My heartily joys and destiny obscure

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile

The short and simple annals of a poor

HERE WRITES ONE WHO’S NAME WILL BE WRIT IN WATER.

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MY DEAREST HEART,

AS YOU SAID YOU MAY BE AT SEA.I AM ALSO SO.BUT LET US NOT DROWN TOGETHER.LET US SWIM TOGETHER TOWARDS THE ISLANDS OF TRUE POETRY.LET US NOT BE TERRIFIED. THERE IS SOME UNKNOWN SPIRIT OR SPIRITS BEHIND US TO HELP. THERE ARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ALSO WANT POETRY TO COME BACK.

LET US WALK BACK TOWARDS THOSE GLORIOUS YEARS

I AM ALWAYS HERE TO WALK WITH YOU.WE ALL ARE BORN TO DIE.BUT WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING FOR THE SAKE OF LITERATURE IF WE LOVE IT.AFTER READING POST MODERN POETRY I SEVERAL TIMES WEPT BEFORE THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF KEATS,FROST,SHELLEY AND TENNYSON.

HOW EASILY THIS EZEKIEL, KAMALADAS, NIKHIL PAREKH AND THEIR GROUPS DESTROYED AND DESTROYS THE GLORY OF POETRY THAT OUR ROMANTICS HAD CREATED.

FRIEND, WAKE FROM YOUR DROWSINESS WITH THE HOPE THAT

IF SUMMER COMES CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND

THAT SPRING IS NOT NORMAL SPRING THAT FADES IN COURSE OF TIME TO COME AGAIN. IT IS THE ETERNAL SPRING.WEST WINDS WILL COME AGAIN.

I DON’T KNOW YOUR NAME EXACTLY.THATS WHY I AM FORCED TO ADDRESS YOU AS FRIEND.

FRIEND,

YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL.WHAT YOU SHOULD DO NOW IS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT RHYTHM AND RHYME. AT FIRST IT MAY SEEM DIFFICULT TO WRITE POEMS USING RHYME AND RHYTM.BUT YOU JUST CONTINUE WITH IT.THE MERRIMENT AFTER COMPLETING A POEM IN THE CONVENTIONAL STYLE IS THE GREATEST BLISS IN LIFE.

ONE THING IS THAT WE SHOULD CARE MORE FOR RHYTHM THAN RHYME.

DON’T BE WORRIED IF YOU CANT PICK A RHYMING WORD. IT WILL COME AUTOMATICALLY AS YOUR KNOWLEDGE IMPROVES. THERE IS A MERIT IF YOU ARE A PERSON SO MUCH ATTACHED TO COMPUTER AND INTERNET.THERE ARE ONLINE RHYMING DICTIONARIES.

LIFE IS EVERYWHERE ABOUT THE SAME.EVERYONE IS SUFFERING EXECT THE RICH AND THE NOBLES.LET US WAKE TOGETHER. I AM ALSO A DISAPPOINTED MAN.BUT LET US NOT WALLOW IN THE VALLEYS OF DESPAIR.LET US TOGETHER TAKE THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED BY HUMAN BEINGS OF TODAYS

AND WE SHALL BE TELLING THIS WITH A SIGH

SOMEWHERE AGES AND AGES HENCE

TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD AND I

I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELLED BY

AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

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I HAD TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE IN MY MIND IN MY PREVIOUS MAILS. IT’S THE TIME NOW FOR YOU TO ACT. DON’T BE PESSIMISTIC. IF YOU ADMIRE THE GREAT ROMANTICS PLEASE FOLLOW THEIR PATH.THE KINGDOM THEY HAD CREATED IS UNDER DETERIORATION. IN EVERY MAILS I AM WRITING MORE AND MORE THINGS. BUT IN YOUR SHORT REPLIES YOU SAY THAT YOU ARE INCAPABLE. FROM OUR FRIEND OF THIS SHORT PERIOD I RECOGNISED THAT YOU HAVE A GOOD POETIC SOUL. YOU JUST TURN YOUR FEELINGS INTO SONGS. THAT’S WHAT NOW NEEDED. BUILT IT SLOWLY UP. I AM  WITH YOU AND WE WILL GET GOOD SUPPORT. POEMS ARE MUSICAL THOUGHTS. NOT PROSIFIED THOUGHTS.

I AM REPEATING AGAIN—-

DON’T BE PESSIMISTIC. I WONT ASK YOU DON’T BE SAD BECAUSE MOST POETS ARE BORN OUT OF SADNESS. I HAVE MET ABOUT FIVE PEOPLE WHO TOLD ME THAT THEY HAVE THE HABIT OF WRITING POEMS. I GAVE THEM THE SAME MESSEGE THROUGH MAILS. BUT THEY ARE NOT RESPONDING.YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON WHO RESPONDED.PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE BECAUSE I ALONE CANT MAKE THINGS HAPPEN

YOURS FAIR HEARTED

J K.

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YOUR SAYS THAT YOU CANT NEVER BE A POET AND YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO HELP ME. I ASKED YOU TO PRACTISE WRITING POEMS IN THE CONVENTIONAL OLD STYLE. BUT YOU SAYS BIRDS HAVE FOUND NEW SONGS. YES THE WORLD HAS CHANGED AND YOU TOO.BUT I AM AN OLD MAN. ON NEXT OCTOBER 31st I AM GOING TO CELEBRATE MY 210 TH BIRTHDAY. I CANT RUN WITH THIS WORLD AND I WILL NOT. SHAKESPEARE IS MY FATHER. THOMAS GRAY IS MY UNCLE. MY MOTHER IS ROMANTICISM AND MY LOVER IS FANNY BRAWN FOR KEATS IS MY SOUL AND SHELLEY IS MY FRIEND. FROST IS MY TEACHER AND TENNYSON IS MY WILL. WORDS WORTH IS MY NEIGHBOUR AND COLERIDGE IS MY ADVENTURE. CHATTERTON IS MY SPIRIT AND MUSES ARE MY GODS.

I had told you everything in my previous mails. SO THERE IS NO NEED TO REPEAT IT. I CANNOT BEGIN THE NEW RENAISSANCE AND REFORMATION ALONE. BUT I AM SURE. ONE DAY THE NEW DAWN WILL WITNESS THE BIRTH OF TRUE POETRY AGAIN.

I AM STILL ALONE.I THANK YOU FOR THE INTEREST YOU HAVE SHOWN IN ME. I AM STILL ALONE AND I CANT ALONE MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. BUT TILL MY LAST BREATH I WILL PRAISE KEATS, BROWNING, SHELLEY, AND ALL. I AM STILL ALONE. IF I MAY PASS SO EARLY WITH OUT DOING ANYTHING, BY CHANCE OR UNDER ANY VITAL FORCE ANOTHER STRONG PERSON MAY COME.

I WILL NOT LET POETRY DIE OR I MUST DIE.

I hope you have nothing more to say. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN THE BLIND PHILOSOPHIES OF LIFE AND DEATH. YOU ALWAYS THINK OF DEATH. YOU ARE NOT THE ONE BORN IN EARTH TO DIE. EVERYONE WILL DIE. I thought you could understand me and help me. But in vain. BUT DIFFERENT FROM OTHERS YOU HAVE A POETIC SOUL.

I THINK YOUR LOVE FOR DEATH IS WHAT MAKES YOU LOVE KEATS. BUT HEAR—KEATS WAS A YOUNG MAN WHO WISHED TO LIVE LONG AND LONG. I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY POEMS OF KEATS YOU HAVE READ. I HAVENT SEEN ANY PINCH OF QUATATIONS IN YOUR MAILS.

QUITE UNFORTUNATE IS THE END OF OUR RELATION. I THOGHT I GOT A HAND. BUT I AM STILL ALONE. Sometimes I may PASS WITHOUT DOING ANY THING. BUT DON’T LAUGH AT ME. AT THIS MOMENT I DIE, I SHALL DIE CONTENT BECAUSE I HAVE REALISED THE ROMANTICS AND IT IS THE GREATEST BLISS.

BYE


I HD THOUGHT I’LL SEND THIS TO U ON YOUR BIRTHDAY…BUT DNT WAIT FOR THAT LONG…

its quite rough..i’ll hv to probably make changes

MIRACLE

Deep below the ocean,in the midst of a cloudy dream….
amongst the highest peak of snowy darkness…i searched and searched
for some valley, for some land, for some rain where i could find my love….

BUT LOVE IS A HOPE WHICH GROWS WHEN ONE LEAVES ALL OTHERS…..

what is ‘FAITH’? How is it understood and in what context does one imagine it….
Faith is trust, faith is truth, faith is hope, faith is life, faith is love…. what is trust, truth, hope, life, & love….Its faith, you say again.. but if all this is faith..then ‘WHAT IS FAITH????’

Faith is MIRACLE… a miracle which make the white produce a rainbow…Faith is white..Faith is light…
BUT WHAT IS MIRACLE……

Bright light does not produce colours unless hidden by illusion of water… one sees the colours through the prism of water..of bubbles..of illusion…
Does this mean that the colours do not exist in reality??Do we just imagine them to be?? What if there was no rain.. would there be no rainbow??no hope??no faith??no mirale?? or shall i say no love, and no life????
What is a miracle.. A myth, a reality, an illusion, a rainbow….

I was walking amongst the snowy hills, on the highest peak, i was flying…  Suddenly the snow melted and the water rose…It swallowed me in its waves…
I was in water..i was floating, i was sinking, i was breathing, i was not breathing,i was alive, i was dying… There was no one in the ocean but me….There was no place to go.. no way to struggle..
I looked up and the bright sunlight tortured my eyes till a blindfold of seven colours slowly caressed my eyes… i opened my fearful, tortured eyes and it melted in to produce a cooling effect to my burning body sinking in the icy water…
Later i saw it was a seven coloured cloth coming from the direction of sun itself which had earlier stormed my eyes…
AT LAST I COULD BE SAVED…i stretched out my hands to catch hold of the only rope to life…BUT IT DISAPPEARED…
I smiled, thought it was an illusion…closed my eyes and let my fate engulf my body in the giant waves…
But my breathing went clear, my body rested on something solid and i opened my eyes…the water had leaved..I WAS ON LAND……

Whae happened to the water??where did it go… why did the rainbow disappear?? why did it appear……
If rainbow was faith.. had my faith withered when the colours disappeared..or was it so strong that it burned up the ocean around me….
Was it a miracle??? what is a miracle.. an illusion…a reality..
Who saved me.. was it the rainbow, or the sunlight, or was it the faith in, or was it the miracle….
IT WAS LOVE…MY LOVE SAVED ME.. my love brought in faith hich gave way to a miracle…

Whether it is an illusion or reality..how does it matter.. whether the rainbow was still there or had disappeared.. how does it matter…
maybe the rainbow was meant to disappear…

All i know is it brought me to a complete surrender…
And when i surrendered my powers, my body, my soul….
IT IS THEN THAT THE MIRACLE TOOK ITS FOLD…………

ps: do call me on your birthday m7b.. thanks a lot for your support.. i had supressed everything so much during my xams dat when i wanted to take it out,i was unable.. after talking to u i was able to cry.. now i think i’ll be able to face hee.. THANKS A LOT.. I REALLY TREASURE UR FRIENDSHIP..


would you walk the roads with me today at 3

cause i wont see another evening here..

there wouldnt be another tea stall..

u finally got rid of the lecherous tea..

and i finally got rid of the waiting…

waiting as the butterflies would bubble every evening at 5…

how to convince u to meet me today?

waiting as my office ends…

waiting for u may..

like the two crows after their daily chores…

find a spot to celebrate the evening..

and find their way back home…

i would rid u from that boring routine..

u wouldnt feel stuck again..

u wouldnt fight or find a topic..

we would ever behave like a husband wife…

ull never perhaps visit te public loo..

im sure it’l miss u everyday…

and i may…

i would miss you too…

i would miss our daily ritual too..

i would sit today in the afternoon near the fountain wall..

staring at my face today instead of yours..

i would miss the samosas, and the maagi that tasted so yum..

i would miss stuffing u with food and smoke..

i would miss fighting with u just to break ur silence..

i would miss raising a topic that makes no sense..

just to ensure.. to are there and that u are well…

i would miss laughing and concluding that life is funny..

i would miss the cold, your soar throat and your sexy voice…

i would miss your comments, your taunts..

i would miss being silent…

i would miss this too…

our randomn non sensible mail conversations..

cause i wouldnt be able to access mails as soon as i reach..

and i wouldnt wait to come to office..

just to open my gmail…

i will miss you may..

will u really always be there with me?

- agent kay


Streaming down the narrow gulf..
Rushes unto the ocean wide..
Holding on to scattered visions…
Silence rushes by…

Compelled to break all bonds..
The cold will ruin the warmth…
And fallen away the wastefull rain…
Turned forever to snowfall….

The snow will fall to fill up the patches…
As the land below would cease to breathe…
And eternity would take to break the Ice..
No fire will turn on the Light..

Light the fire before Eternity Bonds..
And Slaves we become to the Immortal Wounds..

The night Approaches numb…
Cold is the wounded night…
Holding on to scattered visions…
Silence rushes by…

Pretty lies the snow so white..
Holding the Dark visions inside..
And poison is always slow and bright…
Until it colds the heart inside…

Unforbidden, the rain falls…
Sowes the land fresh…
Forbidden snow will soon cover..
The land forbidden to breath(e)…

And lying below my immortal soul…
Would freeze to eternity..

Falling from the bright blue sky…
Exhaling the cold windless nights…
Far from an unfaithfull ear
Whining away, the music dies…
Waving flakes make no noise…
Freezing all that comes and goes…
Silence hushes by…..

http://beautifullysilenced.blogspot.com/


Jus so that my may knows..
That kay know nothing of it..
Nor what makes man angry..
Nor what her words may pay,…
But jus so my may knows..
He is beyond all my words would say..
Cause words never held any barrier..
Nor could cause what humans worth make..
As so jus that my may knows..
What hurts is not that you say..
But to believe that words could still distinguish..
And untwine may and kay…
-Kay

The Ruby broke
And it seemed like blood gushed forth from a vein
And the rosy wrist turned a chilled blue
And then purple…

The stone broke into a million pieces
And gave an impression of life.
The body turned pale and nervous
And gave an impression of death.
LIfe seemed like death
And death seemed like life.
The real and the imaginary mingled
And gave birth to fusion.
Fusion like a spider wove a web of life
And trapped myriad souls in it.
These souls baffled by the web of life and death
Became a part of an illusion themselves.
Feelings and sentiments were injected in them
That further disillusioned them
For an eternity..
Eternity, the Mother of all confusions
Never ending, never fading
Just moving on and on and on
Seems like nothing will come to an end
Seems like we’ll keep falling
Seems like we’ll never sleep on the comfortable bed of end
After the tiring journey of the web
Who knows
May be one day, just one day
Our particles will fade into the Existence
And we’ll die a natural death, and sleep peacefully,
Never dreaming, never feeling, just sleeping
In an inertia of eternity…
Hence you see,
It is a vicious circle
Never ending, never fading
Just moving and flowing.
-elle

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Posted: January 28, 2010 in QUOTE UNQUOTE /words spoken by strangers
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” branches of broken trees and leaves that might have fallen..
flowers that you would hold every dream you live…
price that you pay, for being lost and remembered and yet remembered…
silence in words of lost animals, and rain soaked painless wounds..
memories that have fallen apart broken, vanquished to nothingness…
voices of broken glass gushing in with wind full of wisom of the rotten breathe…
preparatory speeces and farewell’s of sanefull minds distorted and damaged to images of new born and old very old cries…
they all belong to you..

Kay belongs to you…… ”

Kay


Light white
Sun rays
Green leaves


Winged ants
Pressing of balls
Wired fans
Beeping temple


Dusty dusk
Iron rails
Moving blades
Starched shirts


Bleeding from within.
Fucked up.
Support- null.
Moulded as a robot.
Never to breathe.
Ideal human being.
Stretch skin to show smile.
Unsatisfactory.
Plasticity.
Bring naturalness.
Ya. Now A out of A.


Some men like Jack

And some like Jill

I’m glad that I like
Them both, but still

I wonder if

This freewheeling

Really is an

Enlightened thing

Or is its greater

Scope a sign

Of deviance from

Some party line?

In the strict ranks of

Gay and Straight

What is my status:

Stray? or Great?


-VIKRAM SETH