Saturday, December 26, 2009
Except You.
Incense sticks fill the air
Your presence to feel is rare
I get goosebumps in my hair
Your glory is demon-slayer
Overwhelmed in your company
Graceful in thy presence
Blessed by you I become a saint
Without You I'm maimed
Who should I seek?
Except You.
Where should I go?
Except inside.
Who should I know?
Except me.
Who will bring peace?
Except You.
So be it...
Parv Kaushik
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9:45 PM
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
In You I Find Peace
Sit I here in silence
Sit I here to wait
For God's end of hate
God you are my fate
Rid me of my ignorance
Fill me with sense
Bring Me eternal peace
Touch me like soft breeze
I call you in distress
Forge you in pleasure
Make my mind thy home
Make my thoughts your abode
It is in you only I find Peace
So be it...
Parv Kaushik
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9:36 AM
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Who Is She?
Stood there She, amused
A whiff of air touched her face
A hair lock flew on her face
She giggled innocently like an infant
Who is She? I asked myself
Is She the wind or sunshine?
Is She human or is She divine?
It's so surreal that she's mine
Her tender feet soft as grass
Her fair soft palms define class
Her dreamy eyes with oblivious smile
To think she's no angel is a lie.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Let Me Be Me
We looked in each other eyes
And we knew the end was near
This wouldn't work any longer
Of allegations & counter claims
Of blatant lies & endless cries
This relationship
Of giving to you and I'm done
This relationship
It's not a one way conversation
I was trying every trick to save
You thought I'm being naive
Your confusion led us in this maze
You could never decide
Which path to take
And led us down the drain
All the while,
I could see my annhiliation
I could see myself rotting
I wrote my death sentence
Now why don't you
Set me free?
For first time let Me be Me.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Guest Post... 'The Doll' By Nikita Gupta
You are my doll,
Her grandfather said
As he kissed her cheek
And stroked her head.
She was his joy,
His object of affection.
He pampered her silly,
And loved her like none.
And as night came,
So did he,
Into her room
Where she lay asleep.
He touched her sweet, glowing face,
He held her body close to his
And then peeled off layers of clothing,
Standing in the way of carnal bliss.
Her naked flesh ignited desire,
He feasted his eyes on the heavenly sight.
Gently kissed her head to toe,
And then loved her through the night.
At eight, she was his favourite game-
A compliant companion to play with in bed.
Well, it's true, she was his doll,
Just like her loving grandfather said.
The poem is written by fellow blogger and psychologist-in-the-making Nikita Gupta. This is the poem written by her 6 years ago. Find this poem here on her blog. Check out her blog here.
So be it...
Parv Kaushik
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1:49 PM
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
Dreams Do Come True!
There is good news for all my lovely and beautiful readers I've been recommended by SSB Bangalore for service in Indian Navy. My medical tests starts tomorrow in the Air Force Command Hospital. I expect to clear them. The final merit list will be out in Feb\Mar. If my name is on that list I'm in!!!
I read the touching remarks left by my readers in the Pray For Me post. Needless to say your prayers have been answered. I've been selected in the first time at SSB! THANK YOU ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR KIND PRAYERS!!!
So be it...
Parv Kaushik
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7:46 PM
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Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Guest Post... 'Longing' by Priya
Now, I no more hear or see the prints,
Its an empty bowl with not trace;
Then, it was trees filled with fruits,
Riped to taste the flavor all over the lips.
Now, the music is sad with unknown,
Left in lurch searching to drink;
Then, the room was filled aloud,
tapping the floors mystical rhyme;
Now, she sits alone close to the window,
As her hair lifts by the wind;
Then, she draped all beautiful and glitter,
To touch the rosy petals waiting to dip;
Now and then,
Time flies at day and night;
She never asks why,
And only the unknown knows.
The above poem is by very talented poet Priya. Her popular journal of poems is here. Priya's other blog is here. Both the blogs are highly recommended.
p.s painting by Raja Ravi Varma.
So be it...
Parv Kaushik
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1:31 PM
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