Fascinating journey through my mind

Tuesday, February 27, 2007


Guilt chases me
for empty promises I made
beautiful castles I built
sweet words I whispered
happy dreams I wove
moral values I held
tall virtues I symbolized
false compliments I showered
borrowed advice I delivered
divine hope I beckoned
heavenly future I promised
and because you believed.
:: posted by Venkat C, 2/27/2007 03:50:00 PM | link | 8 comments |

Monday, February 26, 2007

Subtle endings

Like horizons of never ending oceans,
fuzzy tails of comets,
multiple reflections on a dark window,
flowing robes of an angel,
irregular edges of a cloud,
unreachable mirage in a desert,
first rays of sun at dawn,
soft whispers on a summer night,
some things should not end.
Yet they have to.
In the most subtle way ever.
:: posted by Venkat C, 2/26/2007 04:12:00 PM | link | 3 comments |

Friday, February 23, 2007

The fire of desire.

Lost all of them,
in a dream.
Up into the clouds,
it lifts me.
Then abruptly,
drops me.
Is getting hurt,
a pastime?
A sin,
committed by whom?
Optimism and hope,
are they sins?
Am I a sinner?
Yes, I am.
The fire of desire
will burn forever.
Engulfing me,
the sinner.
:: posted by Venkat C, 2/23/2007 01:23:00 PM | link | 6 comments |

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Reality is a mirage!

On the altar of love,
obsession is the other name.
Nothing is an alternative.
Choice is an irony.
Today's joy
or tomorrow's sorrow?
An idealist back
after a trip to the perfect world.
Secrets beneath layers of courtesies.
Tragedy of coincidences.
Which is the truth?
Object or the projection?
Subject or the image?
Lost in the waves of consciousness,
reality is a mirage.

PS : Another one!! Ur destiny!
:: posted by Venkat C, 2/20/2007 10:58:00 PM | link | 6 comments |

Thursday, February 15, 2007

We live!

We live
behind a facade.
Too shy
to share our dreams.
Too independent
to ask for help.
We live
in a borrowed reality,
on a broken rainbow.
Too proud
to confess our loneliness.
Too eager
to give.
Too uncomfortable
to take back.
We live
balancing the life's equations.
Too ignorant
to know
that they can never be.
We live
seeing our life
through borrowed eyes.
Too short-sighted
to see it
through our own.
We live
deriving happiness.
Too enlightened
to know it.
We live.

PS : I know my writings kind of suck! But cannot resist the urge to call them as poems. . :D
:: posted by Venkat C, 2/15/2007 10:20:00 PM | link | 10 comments |

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Indexed :D

:: posted by Venkat C, 2/01/2007 04:35:00 PM | link | 3 comments |