Winged Dreams™ !!!: 2012

Words.

Jumble

The following whatever it is called has bee published by the author in his blog : The Shaded Shadows.

Rumble, Mumble, Jumble,

I play with the words,

Despite they making no sense

I end up killing the essence.

I try, you know,

But all I get is a space,

So Void, So Blank,

Yet, I try to paint anything but Black.

I see an empty vessel
Waiting to be complete
I put my thoughts to fill
Perhaps, it needs much more skill.

They say, there is light
At the end of the tunnel.
But where does the tunnel begin
And where does it end?

I try to reason
With Past and Present.
So I mention in assumption,
But, Its' just my imagination.

The pieces lay scattered,
I try to assemble them.
Easy as it seems, Much difficult it is.
After all, I just Rumble, Mumble and Jumble.

- Ajay Kontham [ 2012]

#Jumble #Worambling #Words

P.S. : I think the title of the Post isn't that apt. Actually, there wasn't supposed to be any Post-Script. I felt like it was empty-sort-of, so I am filling this up with much more ... what do we call it ? hmm...er..yeah...Nonsense!

9:19 PM
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Strange Life.

Dark

Author's Note : The following is a 'Worambling' (Rambling with words). Originally written here.

The night woke up in the dark

Surrounded with silence

Calmness overtook the litle patience

As I drifted from one thought to another

Winds swirled in the air

Somersaulting with the hot currents

The dark became dearer

While the patience worn out slowly

For life is such

Whispered someone from behind my back

A voice so familiar

For it was none other than mine

While my strength drained

While my thoughts faded

Time was winning in its part

For it is a competition

Little moments of bliss

Flashed like an old movie

Overwhelmed was I so see such serenity

For my mind never accepted such beauty

I failed to retrospect

When I realized struggle is not my type.

At my helplessness, People laughed

while Arrogance subsided the little hope.

Defeated , I did feel

For my will was shattered

Surrounded in darkness

I felt the suction into the black hole

In vain, I tried to escape

Which seemed like a distant dream

Determined I was to get out

Only to realize that I was already lost.

Little hope tried to keep me alive

Pushing me hard to relive

Every passing moment

Slowly belittled my determination

Deep was I in the despair

For a little ray of light, if at all

Faded midst the torturous dark

While I tried not to lose hope.

- Ajay Kontham

10:03 PM
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'Little'.

Note : This is not a poetry of any of that kind. No! I would rather call it 'Worambling' (word-rambling or lets say rambling with words). The original post is published in my other blog here.

Little did I speak, Little was I heard.

For Silence kept my company along.

Little did I see, Little was I seen.

For Darkness weaved a cocoon around.

Little did I feel, Little was I felt.

For in despair the heart broke.

Little did I teach, Little was I taught.
For knowledge never ended in its part.

Little did I love, Little was I Loved,

For the heart played a game of Trickery.

Little did I lose, Little was I lost.
For I walked the path of deception.

Little did I appreciate, Little was I appreciated.
For I was taken for Granted.

Little did I know, Little was I Known.

For my friend was myself alone.

- Ajay Kontham [2012]
P.S. : By the way, I am no good at poetry or even this, I confess.(Wait a minute, you already know?)

9:00 PM
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Random : Impatient Ticking Clock.

Impatience

Note : Found this in the drafts. It is totally random and crazy stupid.

The impatience of the ticking clock,

A foggy eyed spectacles,

The water droplets on the vast ocean,

A recklessness fiery rider,

The solitude of the emptying pocket,

A goon of vast worldly tension,

The heavenly cold icy drops on the dimpled cheeks,
A soft breeze of the evening rain,

The rigidness of the water-soaked scooter,

A wound for the first time after a long time,
The hunger of the salvation,
A divine solace of fasting,

The blood from the slightly tainted scratch,

Again, the impatience of the ticking clock.

10:19 PM
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So Called 'Love' !

Angel

Disclaimer : I have no idea what the following context means. I just want to tell that even a person who hasn't experienced this 'thing' ,what people call 'love' can write about it. But whateve', never bother reading this. This is the ugliest and not even poetic. Just wanted to give a hand on it. But truly I suck. Actually, I wrote this on the 14th of February, but didn't have time to finish and post. But, I warn you there are more to come. :P . Also the same is written in The Shaded Shadows where I actually had put this up.

When I First saw you,

My heart skipped a beat.

But I never missed seeing you.

I didn't understand what it meant.

That smile, Those beautiful eyes, That curly hair,

They all mesmerize me, everytime.

I think about you all the time,

You are the angel, I had ever seen.

I know, I are not your type,

I also know that you are out of my league,

But when It happens, I just Happens.

I don't know what it is!

I don't know what I should do.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I have never talked to you,

But why do I feel like I know you for ages.

Weeks turned to Days,

Days turned to hours,

Hours turned to minutes,

But I still can't stop thinking about you.

I feel you are the light,

In the darkness of my life,

I feel you are the rising sun,

In the dawn of my withered self.

I feel you are the angel,

To save me, to give me life,

To make me what I am,

To make me complete.

Is this what 'love' is?

I wish I could tell you,

I wish I could make you mine,

For I am incomplete without you.

P.S. : So how was the so called thing called 'love' ? Seriously, I don't know how to use those comparisons that people use describing the beauty. I know, I know : iSuck. My apologies.

11:45 PM
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A Little Help.

Help

"
The days became colder,

The nights became darker,

As I tried my guts to sleep

Through the feared future

I was lost.

Lost in the wilderness of the present,

A simple small mistake haunts me

Everyday, Every-night, Every moment,

I wish I had the chance to change,

Chance to set it right, I wish.

But time has passed,

Whats' not to be done was done,

I fell below the darkest despair,

Trying to re-consolidate the past,

With all my might.

The nights are sleepless,

As I try to get out of the mess,

I am left with excuses and lies,

I am helpless, wasted.

I lost my mind somewhere!

Tears have stopped flowing,
For the cold had condensed it,
The heart cried for itself,
Heard by no one
Cried in its loudest despair.

For help, path, light.
The cry was unheard,
The pain was un-cared.
Left to the suffering
Of its own countless mistakes.

A chance was all that needed.
Like a small light in the darkness.
Like a Path beyond the horizon.
Like a way of Salvation.
All I need is A Little Hope, A Little Help.
"

-Ajay Kontham [2012]

P.S. I seriously don't know what this is called. I think you also don't know. Lets' say its nothing. Photos are from Google, edited in Picasa to form a Collage.

10:54 AM
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