Take a chance.

This is an incomplete poem-like stuff vaguely written. Parts given, parts missing and parts changed to keep the continuity. I have kept the original title of the poem as the title of this post, however. You might not miss the parts that are missing because they were actually written in an unmatched way. There are no deliberate rhymes, mere flow of thoughts directed to a paper. :)
Happy reading.


I wrote this after reading the title of a certain poem. But that title has not been used in the given part.


Have you tried to tame the wild wind?
Storms that are seldom mild ?
Or rivers that flow like insane?
Have you walked on the beach
With waves splashing on your feet unrestrained?
Stretched your arms and thought of flying?

Been to core of wilderness?
Walked the path of unknown?
Taken the uncharted waters?
Or for sheer curiosity looked into
A strange domain?
Are you fascinated by the unfamiliar?

Do flowers give you joy?
Is the evanescence of dewdrops a treasure
And do the colours of a butterfly
Tell you of life?
Can you, beneath the vastness of sky
Sit in mere stillness?

Have you read a book, a page at a time?
Let time rule your world, yet
Been in your complete control?
Loved for the sake of loving
Not for your mortal heart but
For the timelessness of your soul?

Tried reading the mind of a stranger?
Seen unfamiliarity in your closest pal
And still not been bemused?
Have you seen sparks in ashes of dreams?
Can you smile through skinned knees?
And even broken hearts?

Have you seen in the drops of rain
The eternity of this world?
Life in the lifeless stones?
And in each of us, paradoxes curled?
May be I will not bewilder you then.
Me, you might have already known.



"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery (1871-1945)

Neither is this. So save your precious words till then. :)

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Reach for it!

Hi all..

Well, I'm back here with anotehr song I heard lately. Loved it! Read it for yourself and decide!

Reach - CALEIGH PETERS

Sometimes it seems like you're falling
Falling out of the sky
Sometimes it feels like you're slipping
And running out of time
And that's when you've gotta throw it all away
All of the things that people say
And all of the doubts that fill your mind
Don't belong there

Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere its there

Sometimes I can be stupid
I can get out of line
But most times you know what I'm doing
Its not like some big surprise
Oh and I, I just want to make you understand
That failing on me isn't in my plans
And all of the doubts that fill my mind
Don't belong there.

Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere

There's so much distance
Between what you want and what you've got
But if you really want it-its your life
So you gotta try
You've gotta fly

Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
You can reach for it
You can reach for it

Its never to far and its never to long
As long as you reach for it.
You can dream on it, everywhere

What say??
I guess there isnt anything I can add to those words. Let your dreams run wild, you will find chasing them is fun!

Anki!

PS: By any chance are you thiking that I am running out of ideas? keep thinkin! ;). And did I forget to mention that the soundtrack was from the movie "Ice Princess" .

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Some disjoint excerpts.

It will be highly exaggerated if I said that I feel nostalgic about the 3 yrs stay here. However it will be unjustified to say that I am absolutely unfeeling about my coming to 4th year or for the matter leaving college in a few months. The truth is some thoughts do come, on and off, to make me realize this. I made a point to note them down just like that somewhere and today I found some of the pages. So here are some of the excerpts from those pages -

7/26/2006 3:57 AM

As the 4th year started, all of a sudden, the absence of seniors in the hostel, LC and on the roads of insti makes me realize that I have grown up. The thing is that the feeling of ‘growing up’ doesn’t come with the same pace as that of my growing up. I feel it all of a sudden one fine morning when certain responsibilities are thrust upon me or when people who used to take care of me are all suddenly not as near as they used to be. The job scenario and the constant feeling of CAT keeps my mind occupied most of the time but once in a while, I still take time to look around me and let my mind wander...

7/27/2006 12:55 AM

There were two thin old brown-paper covered books from the school-days of my father. One of those had this poem “Little Things” as its first poem. Even though when I first read them, probably nothing other than the rhyming words were noticed but today as these words are ringing in the back of my mind, I realize that this little poem has some great lessons of life. Seriously, even if I were to forget all philosophies and look at it from a scientific point of view (as a student of science), isn’t it a fact proved beyond doubt that all things (matter or non matter) are made up of smaller units! Like the bricks in this building, the chips of this Laptop, the cells of living things, atoms, electrons, quarks (and may be more are to be discovered)… and so on. So is my life, made up of small moments. All of a sudden this realization comes that so many of these important moments have passed away by my side and I haven’t even noticed. So many of them wasted for the sake of crying, worrying and God knows what else. The reason of this sudden realization may be that we are on the verge of joining the world of grown ups, on the verge of leaving student life. The coming to 4th year wasn’t same as the coming to 2nd or 3rd year. This time it is like we are knocking at the door of an unknown world and are both apprehensive and excited about it. May be nothing much will change but it is this transition that has brought this realization. The first day when I came to insti this session, as I was entering the campus, the same roads that I had traversed 3 years back with my parents, I had this sudden feeling of making this year memorable. Not just through memories but through journals. I wanted to treasure each of its days so that when I look back, it will be not just looking back at disjoint scraps of memories but something more concrete. Like journals and pictures. More importantly through journal, because same thoughts and feelings do not come again. But of course the kind of lazy person I am, I never made it till I sat here and started writing this. One of the main reasons for writing this is this feeling of treasuring the last year here. Because this time I don’t want those little significant moments pass away unnoticed.

Like I said, I am lazy :( I did miss many things I guess.

The excitement (even if mingled with apprehension) of attending to something new is often more in my case than the sorrow of leaving something behind. May be the constant change of places has made me such. There is always so much to do that getting stagnant at the same place, same routine gives a vague feeling of suffocation. Four years is a long time. And this time I know, when I leave, I will take those things that I cherish with me.

No, I can't take the ghats or the roads of BHU with me but I can take that feeling they give me, and their memories.

Just felt like writing.

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After a long time...

It has been a long time, since I posted any of my poem. Although I strongly believe that I am not answerable to anybody and even if you question me why I did not post any poem, I can easily get away without answering it, I think I can share some of the reasons.

One is that for a few months (yes a few months - thats a long time for me!) I had not been writing them and 2ndly, more recently the ones I wrote are too personal or rather abstract yet close to my heart to be posted in the blog.

But I wrote one today and decided that the blog was the best place for it. So here it is -

Friend, are you listening? (click here)

I must make it clear however that this poem is not for anybody specific, and neither did I write it on pure imagination. It is true that on my journey of life till today, I have made a large number of friends and I have lost many of them too. The main subject of the poem is for those lost friends of mine. Although I know, they will never read it here, but still... who knows they might just lose their way to reach here.

However I am also lucky to have found quite a few precious gems who still are with me. The last para is dedicated to those beautiful beings in my life.

Happy reading.

-Anki

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