Who I'd Like to Meet and I the Red Eye

From dust into stone.
If you owned one more day
To sing, to breathe, to say
What beauty would you wish
Your eyes had time to kiss?
Someday, one day
Tomorrow will be at feign
But that truth is not here, yet
Leave lasting not your debt
While time is indeed an ally
As tomorrow is not nigh.
Go see all your own wonderful things
So memory may, to them, muse and sing

My open hand
Will not linger forever
So take it up
Best before never.
Prospect beckons
My darling only
Let us find our ends
Among each other
Slowly.

For battle, war, genocide
All rains of ruin from the sky
For one, only as killing,
Suffers the greatest high!
This deprav`ed crimsoned soldier
Known only as Red eye.
Cursed forever, dying to fight
Blessed to never fight and die
Decadent Life, void of light,
And from him not a sigh.
I am Red eye, and besides my name?
This scarlet countryside is all my fame.
Stands unscathed, smiles of rage
Now where even some gods fell
Taking his steps upon this stage
An actor here without parallel.
Who is Red eye?
The only person who never replies
Is the only one who possibly knows
As ever inquiry meets his mind
The speaker meets mighty blows.

Why can I not create beauty!
Is this form hopeless, damned
Why are, by some gods decree,
Neither of my two an artists hand?
My crusade of fulfillment
On personal or otherwise enlightenment
Has met far too many an amoral blockade
For atrocious is everything this I has made.
And this I is screaming inside
Dead already by its eyes
Why, why do I fail to make others see
Such rare, beautiful thoughts I hold?
They too will be snuffed out with me,
Their grandeur all untold.

I do not wish to be alive
I do not wish to be dead
To what existence should I thrive
From reality to never have I fled.

Pain is pleasure with a kick
Ere realizations eve renders one sick.
Desires conspiring clouds the mind
Having tainted it to joy of this kind
Note my ache and bear cognized
I think of you when I want to die.
Its lips are stone; dark is its day,
Damn all this painful joy away.

They each face the other
To reduce their us to one
Their only endeavor
To make the other undone.
Those dependant on tenacity,
The one resolve of the deed,
Watch in precedent, complicity
Upon loss, will their sort recede?
Our one warrior stands
As does theirs, the same
But two cannot win in ends
And sides each shall cry one name.

My days fall black and dead
As her dark voice diseases my head
Taught lust as vision goes gray
Oh my lady, oh malady
I fall from well and love it so.

This Warrior still stands
Aged in skill, not the flesh
As he walks these unknown lands
All he ponders is his rest.
His sword upon the ground,
Sends all poets pens at respite,
When will my worries be sound,
When will one claim my might?
I know I must fall to dust.
When will my renown rust?
Hubris is not my undoing,
Nor anger, envy, lust
But my greatness,
My most bitter nemesis,
Claims my sanity
And names my self infinity.

Even though I stand afar
Even though the door's ajar
Even when the sleep can maim
You, my love, I claim

Even though I am crawling
Even though the day is falling
Even when the silence tames
You, my love, I claim

Even if I am to be wretched
Even when the signs are etched
Even with non-existent aims
You, my love, I claim

Killing Machine

Killing machine
Called coincidence
Obstructed by conscience
And so afraid of humans not so.
Device behind eyes
Called morality
Virtues and ethics
Its unpracticed sword and shield.
Karma perhaps a guise
Greater evil at work
Behind the gears
Known as human ire.

Life an accident
Cruelest witticism from the universe
An Almightys creation
Alone to wander
Wondering where siblings sleep.

Just a focus point
Like sentences of Zen
Simple, open minded
Like wandering thoughts
And so guiding them
A canal of rational
Tumbling to one point.
A poem much the same
Ideas made tangible with words
But thoughts after reading
What the writer intends.

Never Never

The sweetest sound
Is never known
The greatest taste
Never shown
Holiest sight
We will never see.
Only in the chamber of a mind
Can we find what we call ideal
For disposition and intuition
In each human
As it passes hands, tongues, eyes and ears
Is interpreted, boundless files and gears
And compared to expectation.
So sadly the process grinds
And no two greatest of anything matches
Now even words provide further quandary
As appreciation and explanation
Are furthered from thoughts
With petty human locution.
Expression in a thousand forms
Furthered from what perceived,
Paint and paper, pen and blood
Only so reaching aimlessly
Expression never mastered
To the beauty found
In the mind.

Simple Inspiration

Greater plan
Interrupted
But higher need answered
Simple first life mastered
And advancement allowed
Clever one takes his place
A simple face, an analogy
To those who dont see the inner mode.
Greater plan realized
Moved on to the next
But philosophy not recognized
Moved on prematurely
To rare worlds idealized.
Sociology surely immortalized.
Like a friend
I wait patiently
At a door or a gate
But never call, as absurd
But wishing could, inside
Not insane
But should be
As teachers have helped
And inspiration to live grew in me.

I smile

I smile that you are gone
I smile that you are with me now
I see your face and I smile, knowing
I see the memory and I smile, knowing
But I just cant take any more illusion
I pick myself from the floor realizing
I will not be done with you
Always

Lucid Reality

Resplendent auras of nothingness
Shroud your yearning screams
Depleting resources meshed in gloom
Cellos grief-stricken sing

Ringing cacophonies of maniacal laughter
Suppress your hands to ears
Gloating faces in airy cellophane
Laugh and smirk and wink

A trapped rat you are
In this realm of lucidity
The narcotics are running out
To help fight reality

Love is all but gone
Support is non-existent
Friends are worse than foes
Families have fallen apart

A lucid reality
Asking to be fought
Draining a sober soul
Draining it to naught

MY RIOT

I know what you're doing,
I'm no fool to what I see.
I know the games you're playing,
But you're not playing them with me.
My eyes are wide open,
Now I'm one step ahead.
You can't keep up with me,
So you lie to me instead.


I'll just sit back and watch,
As karma takes ahold.
You're destiny's written,
By a loveless hand so cold.
You must think that I'm dumb,
Just 'cos I'm keeping quiet.
I'm just biding my time,
Before I start my riot.

I gave you all my time,
And you told me that you care.
If I needed someone,
You told me you would be there.
So go ahead and run,
Take back all the words you said.
I'm building myself up,
You're no longer in my head.

You've lied for far too long,
Now you don't know who you are.
No one's gonna care now,
They can see that you're no star.
And soon the time will come,
When I stop keeping quiet.
I'll make it headline news,
So stop the press - this is.....

MY RIOT


(C) Susannah Ford-Crush 2007

by a friend of mine on face book named susannah itz amazin .. clickz wid me heheh i m gonna start my riot tooo

MuKhtalif JalvE

Woh bhi kya log thai
asaan thi raahein
Jin ki bandh aankhein kiye
ek simat si chale jaati thi
aqal o dil - khwaab o haqeeqat
ki na uljhan na khalish
mukhtalif jalve nigaahoon ko na bahlaati thi
ishq sadaa bhi
tha bekhud bhi
tha junoon peshaa bhi
husn ko apni adaaoo pe hijaab aata tha
phool khilte Thai ToH PhOOlo MaI Nasha hota tha
RaaT DHALtI toh sheeshoon pe shabaab aata tha
Chandni Kaif-aSar rUUH aafza hoti thi
Aber aata tha toh badh-mast bhi hoo jaate thai
Din mai shorish bhi hua karti thi hungaame bhi
Raat Ki guud mai muh dhaanp ke soo jaate thai
Narm rau waqt ke dhaare pe saffeen thi ravaan
Saahil-o-bahar ke aa-inn na badalte thai kabhi
Naa khudahoo pe bharoosa tha , muqadder pe Yakin
Chaadar-e-aab se toofaan na ubalte thai kahin
Hum ke toofaano ke paaley bhi sataye hai kabhi
Barq o bara mai woh hi shamey jalaye kaise
Yeh jo aatish-kadaa duniyaa mai bhadak uthaa hai
aansoon se har baar bhujaaye kaise


hmmm abhi aur baaki hai..

THe AwAkENing

The Awakening

A time comes in your life when you finally get it... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere, the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!

Enough fighting and crying, or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes, you begin to look at the world through new eyes.

This is your awakening...

You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world, there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you and in the process, a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are ... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself and in the process, a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.

You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process, a sense of safety & security is born of self-reliance.

You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties and in the process, a sense of peace & contentment is born of forgiveness.

You realize that much of the way you view yourself and the world around you, is a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. You begin to sift through all the junk you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look and how much you should weigh, what you should wear and where you should shop and what you should drive, how and where you should live and what you should do for a living, who you should marry and what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children or what you owe your parents. You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.

You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with and in the process, you learn to go with your instincts.

You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive and that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.

You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a by gone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.

You learn that you don't know everything; it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.

Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name.

You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes.

You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love; and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms, just to make you happy.

You learn that alone does not mean lonely. You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up."

You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right, to want things and to ask for the things that you want and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands.

You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less. You allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you, to glorify you with his touch and in the process, you internalize the meaning of self-respect.

And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. Just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul; so you take more time to laugh and to play.

You learn that for the most part in life, you get what you believe you deserve and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen, is different from working toward making it happen.

More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help.

You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time; FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears, because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear, is to give away the right to live life on your terms.

You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions, you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers; it's just life happening.

You learn to deal with evil in its most primal state; the ego. You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.

You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted; things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself, by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind, and you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.


This onez by virginia swift..

LeTZ rAWk

With a string in my hand
and an opportunity to fly
with a lead in my band
and no chance to shy
dont care,what i say
dont mind,what i do
just see my body sway
'n rockinn spirit in my shoe
guitar is in my hands now
so its a time to say wow
with a powerstand on the stage
'n with a passion in the guage let me rock the world
let me shock the world my wordz do havoc in the run
my handz do rock in the sun
i create a fighting boo in mindz
cuz i know how to make some rhymes lets do crush in the world
by your lips,sayin these wordz
LETS RAWK ,LETS RAWK!


something interestin by sneha..