tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71069132840725578322011-04-21T13:18:31.906-07:00Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106913284072557832.post-86779946111414158582008-10-12T06:57:00.000-07:002008-10-12T06:59:03.035-07:00Seven and twenty hours apart, <br />I scarce can feel that warmth of heart,<br />That beat of life! This growing night,<br />This cold, unfeeling Devil’s art!<br /><br />I shed a drop as they pulled me<br />With seasoned touch and mastery,<br />Though daylight must ring hope anew,<br />It spanked me then with misery.<br /><br />Long did we live together there, <br />Ne’er thinking I would ever repair,<br />To another world of beat and heart, <br />And end that perfect love affair. <br /><br />Yet now I lie awaiting fate,<br />While practiced hands prepare, create, <br />A new home where I must belong,<br />Be faithful to another mate!<br /><br />I must now fall in love again,<br />Emotions sacred I must feign.<br />Through years our love stayed true and pure,<br />This here charade reeks of Insane!<br /><br />Friends, lovers, partners, twins were we,<br />But they don’t read anguish in me,<br />For blinded are they to the pain,<br />Of a freshly transplanted kidney!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106913284072557832-8677994611141415858?l=poeticextremes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106913284072557832.post-36366487718067720952008-08-10T14:09:00.000-07:002008-08-11T10:36:06.014-07:00Post Deleted<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106913284072557832-3636648771806772095?l=poeticextremes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106913284072557832.post-78899159703891967642007-05-09T02:24:00.000-07:002007-05-09T02:51:44.861-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">How long will you waste<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">In this your mindless reverie<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Just stretch your hand <o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">And part the drapes<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">To the waiting sun<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Transform resplendent<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Dark days of decay<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">For when you dived in a sea of hope<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Why now you struggle in miry clay<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">A life of joy awaits you there<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Still victimized you lie, unmoving<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">These precious moments waste no more<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">In excuses’ empty stranglehold<o:p></o:p></i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106913284072557832-7889915970389196764?l=poeticextremes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106913284072557832.post-61042957581904775142007-05-09T02:01:00.000-07:002007-05-09T02:02:19.155-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Want Not, Waste Not</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wise voices speak in nods</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For wisdom comes easy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To souls unscathed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But punctured as my heart is now</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All reason stinks of filth and waste</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You see me writhe and waste away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It’s just a phase I hear you say</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For nights are strange</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That some be shared in passion’s warmth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And some be mute in lonely arms</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106913284072557832-6104295758190477514?l=poeticextremes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106913284072557832.post-30799510833319763522007-05-09T01:59:00.000-07:002007-05-09T02:52:12.838-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Cold Winter thoughts swirl in my head<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Rings hollow every word you said<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">My nights allow not choicest dreams<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Thoughts are fragmented silent screams<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">In every word I hear your voice<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">All trust is lost in a world of lies<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Still sweetened blows in a losing fray<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Dark chocolate but it tastes like clay<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Though time will dry this sweaty kiss<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style="">Till then I pine in bitter bliss<o:p></o:p></i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7106913284072557832-3079951083331976352?l=poeticextremes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sangeet Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10546562664212950610noreply@blogger.com4