Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
i am
i am...
perhaps
a soldier
distrusting my arms
a sage
incapable of keeping my calm
a mystic
unsure of my powers
a free spirit
caged in lost hours
a dreamer
scared to fall asleep
giver of promises
that i cannot keep
a visionary
hesitant to tread on a new path
a strategist
uncertain of the aftermath
a gambler
anxious of taking a chance
a realist
living in a permanent trance
a wanderer
reluctant to head for the unknown
a leader
dreading to walk alone
a rebel
fearful to question
uneasy to peep into
my own reflection
unsettled about my past
afraid of my future
wary of myself
as much as of any other
awkward to be happy
aquainted with pain
terrified of making
the same mistakes again
an explorer
yearning to discover new world's
but unwilling
to even leave my room
desperately seeking
the sanctuary of bliss
seemingly heading
to the asylum of doom
i am though
the tempest itself
that has brewed up
passions galore
i realise
i am as much
the north star
that shall guide my ship
home to placid shores.
what ever hurdles
life designs in my plans
i shall endeavour
to do the best that i can
a tireless Warrior
determined to stand strong
that is truly who
i am...
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
Friday, March 26, 2010
Remember
cant Remember
when we parted
what it was like without you
being broken-hearted
cant Remember
when we found each other back
feels like you never left
as if we continued without any gap
you were always here by my side
though being many geographical miles away
watching over me like the sky above my head
so i could never step wrong and lose my way
nodding your head at my mistakes
hoping one day i'd see clearly through the blurred
the value of what we had once found and lost
while sending me your care unsaid yet heard
cant Remember
when exactly things started to go wrong
when did we decide to quit trying
and agree to move on
when we figured it was best to stay away
than causing so much hurt to one another
i think we gave in to our ownselves
but never gave up on each other
maybe thats why our precious bond
continued to stay strong
without ever letting us know
it silently carried on
invisible threads connecting our souls
intuition guiding our actions through
pulling us into the universe of oneness
two diverse aura's taking on the same hue
cant remember
what it was like
when you hadnt yet,quite
touched my life
but now forevermore i'm truly glad
that i can no longer recall any such things
my heart only seems to Remember
the joyful times you bring :)
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
when we parted
what it was like without you
being broken-hearted
cant Remember
when we found each other back
feels like you never left
as if we continued without any gap
you were always here by my side
though being many geographical miles away
watching over me like the sky above my head
so i could never step wrong and lose my way
nodding your head at my mistakes
hoping one day i'd see clearly through the blurred
the value of what we had once found and lost
while sending me your care unsaid yet heard
cant Remember
when exactly things started to go wrong
when did we decide to quit trying
and agree to move on
when we figured it was best to stay away
than causing so much hurt to one another
i think we gave in to our ownselves
but never gave up on each other
maybe thats why our precious bond
continued to stay strong
without ever letting us know
it silently carried on
invisible threads connecting our souls
intuition guiding our actions through
pulling us into the universe of oneness
two diverse aura's taking on the same hue
cant remember
what it was like
when you hadnt yet,quite
touched my life
but now forevermore i'm truly glad
that i can no longer recall any such things
my heart only seems to Remember
the joyful times you bring :)
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
afraid
afraid to walk ahead
i might break my bones
lest i fall
afraid to run back
so in the meantime
i prefer to crawl
afraid to look up
my overambitious expectations
might crash onto me
afraid to stoop down
my insatiable guilt
might suck up my very being
incase it takes over
completely
seeing which,you,whom i dearly love
would try desperately to
and fix up the underlying defect
failing which,you might manage to
understand me a little
but its something you'd never be able to accept
afraid of giving into your emotions
or getting carried away by my whims
to end up being fooled
of succeeding without you to celebrate it with
else losing the battle
to be ridiculed
crouching in the middle
of the crazy road to survival
afraid to reach either side
i wait to be run over
by time and consequence
so i never again have to decide
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
i might break my bones
lest i fall
afraid to run back
so in the meantime
i prefer to crawl
afraid to look up
my overambitious expectations
might crash onto me
afraid to stoop down
my insatiable guilt
might suck up my very being
afraid to mute down the voice within
incase i lose all touch
with my reality
afraid to connect with my spiritincase it takes over
completely
seeing which,you,whom i dearly love
would try desperately to
and fix up the underlying defect
failing which,you might manage to
understand me a little
but its something you'd never be able to accept
afraid of giving into your emotions
or getting carried away by my whims
to end up being fooled
of succeeding without you to celebrate it with
else losing the battle
to be ridiculed
crouching in the middle
of the crazy road to survival
afraid to reach either side
i wait to be run over
by time and consequence
so i never again have to decide
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Abstract Painting
Oblivious,
to what it was
conceived to evoke;
to what it was
conceived to evoke;
Hanging onto
some meaningless wall;
some meaningless wall;
Trying to camouflage
somehow into
somehow into
a starkly loud background.
Lines
crashing all over;
Patterns
Lines
crashing all over;
Patterns
repeating and criss crossing
for no good reason;
for no good reason;
My real self
blotted by ink drops;
blotted by ink drops;
My fancies
absorbed by the canvas;
absorbed by the canvas;
My future washed up with
ornamental tones;
ornamental tones;
Etched by a brush
steered by a hand ,
steered by a hand ,
i will never know or recognise;
To manifest some absurd theme
no one can quite understand.
Bold impressions some places
otherwise blank spaces.
otherwise blank spaces.
What were you thinking
my Master Painter?
How many times
during this creation
during this creation
did you change your mind?
Were there
any dreams in your eyes?
any dreams in your eyes?
Did you dilute
my thoughts too much?
my thoughts too much?
Did you spill in
too many Blues?
too many Blues?
Looks like you accidently
mixed Black with White
mixed Black with White
for its become all Grey now.
Sometimes your brush moved
way too harshly;
Sometimes so delicately
way too harshly;
Sometimes so delicately
as if to caress me;
Sometimes it barely seemed
to touch me at all.
to touch me at all.
You chalked out
Starry nights
that silhouetted to reveal
Light Blue skies.
At times,
you simply painted
the grass far Greener
on the other side.
Starry nights
that silhouetted to reveal
Light Blue skies.
At times,
you simply painted
the grass far Greener
on the other side.
You carved the Scarlet letter
on my heart,
on my heart,
and then schematically
Varnished it
with some sweet Baby Pink
childhood memories;
Cleverly contrasted
with a,hard to forget
Incandescent adolescence.
Varnished it
with some sweet Baby Pink
childhood memories;
Cleverly contrasted
with a,hard to forget
Incandescent adolescence.
So now i turn White
at the thought
of starting afresh,
of starting afresh,
Pretending
there are no layers
beneath this coat.
I realise-
My lines
can be coloured
there are no layers
beneath this coat.
I realise-
My lines
can be coloured
can be covered
but cannot be erased;
My basic texture
can falter
can falter
can be altered
but cannot be fazed.
I wonder
what will your genius
create next?
whilst i marvel at
your flawless craftsmanship.
I admit,sometimes
foolishly enough,
lost to the obvious shades
from your palette;
My being doesnt realise
it is the embodiment,
the breathing Canvas itself;
the fortunate beholder
of your artistic expression;
The small yet significant part
of a greater Panorama.
And thereafter i see
the Blacks,Greys
in perfect harmony
into a luminous Gold
ever-enriching
mystical Masterpiece.
I wonder
what will your genius
create next?
whilst i marvel at
your flawless craftsmanship.
I admit,sometimes
foolishly enough,
lost to the obvious shades
from your palette;
My being doesnt realise
it is the embodiment,
the breathing Canvas itself;
the fortunate beholder
of your artistic expression;
The small yet significant part
of a greater Panorama.
And thereafter i see
the Blacks,Greys
even the Blues
blend beautifully,in perfect harmony
into a luminous Gold
ever-enriching
mystical Masterpiece.
© Dr. Manvi Gupta 2010 www.manvigupta.com
Monday, March 1, 2010
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