It's a sight to behold,
when you see God laugh,
you are amazed,
fazed,and truly dazed,
on seeing his comic half,
Yeah,look at him laugh....
You stop asking questions,
stop answering,
you dance,
trance,at every chance,
he will take you,
off your stance,
leaves no work ,
to the rest of his staff,
Go ahead..look at him laugh...
Maybe it was yours,
or maybe his,
but the blame remains,
as it is,
nobody's at fault,
nobody's in pain,
aren't you making God laugh,
so let him gain,
if you think it's not fair,
he'll say,
"Who's asking you to share ?",
then it'll be you,
who'll watch like a calf,
But will still..look at him laugh...
The Hardly Poetic Poet isn't remotely perfect. He harbors somewhere between fictional reality and realistic fiction. Yet, he's an effort to bridge the gap between both, standing as an invisible being amidst a sea of humans, and trying to find the ultimate destination. - Aditya Dasgupta
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Human After All....
I am fine,after
bitter sweet memories,
still crushing my life,
I don't understand,
where ,it all started;
simple as the words were,
still couldn't see ,
the meaning beneath,
that were nothing;
nothing,except meaningless
spaces of emptiness,
moments of hidden pain,
staring at me,telling ,
that,it was not my mistake,
it was not my fault,
it was not just the truth of lies,
it was faith,
broken faith ;
thoughts which had me spinning,
when I felt for the first time,
didn't mind if I had even died,then ;
I was nowhere,I had been before,
forgot everything which was mine,
like something I have written,
which may not rhyme,
from rise to fall...
but it's not my fault ,
because I am,
human after all...
bitter sweet memories,
still crushing my life,
I don't understand,
where ,it all started;
simple as the words were,
still couldn't see ,
the meaning beneath,
that were nothing;
nothing,except meaningless
spaces of emptiness,
moments of hidden pain,
staring at me,telling ,
that,it was not my mistake,
it was not my fault,
it was not just the truth of lies,
it was faith,
broken faith ;
thoughts which had me spinning,
when I felt for the first time,
didn't mind if I had even died,then ;
I was nowhere,I had been before,
forgot everything which was mine,
like something I have written,
which may not rhyme,
from rise to fall...
but it's not my fault ,
because I am,
human after all...
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