29.9.08

hi.i need to get a tagboard.fast.anyway, im going to post two poems today. one is named werewolf. this piece was done when i was getting bored during maths a few days(bout a week++) ago. the other one.... well i dont know what its calleed cos im going to do it on the spot.
here goes:
Werewolf

it stares;it glares
the grey flames flare
as spittle and dust
become one in lust
it stares;it glares
upon splashes of black
illumined by secondhand son's slack
nothing but a sigh
of sorrowed nightingale cry
echoes in vain
as endless throngs of pain
transcend further
than a single cry
and, as angels face
lies defaced
through enslaving bars,
it howls,
a living lie

end.
so?how is it.?like the previous poems,everybody just leave comments or sms me or something like that.now for the next one, which im just going to do on the spot.kay.am going to begin.

mirrors lie
with spirits high
in endless cry
what hath their souls
those ravaged souls
those cacaphonies of serenades low
know

of doom to follow?
that is their strength
at moments length
for that single mirror
reflecting alone
became thousandfold?

and darkness alone
became the mirrors only glow
oh what a blow!
seething words
and angry tears

bound the book
of hollow years
and years themsoulves,hollow,yet profound
once served as a solace ground

now they burn,
divided,yet single
for how could that asylum turn
to a burial ground
unwanted and stained
with the dust of time,

they soon become dust,in time

end.so,hows this one.please leave comments and sms.thank you.the poems about a mirror( a bathroom mirror) that breaks and lies undiscarded. you can make out its story,right? please leave comments.please.thanks.the poem might have typos as i was typing as fast as i could.please, everybody, leave comments and/or sms me. thanks everyone. going to get ms.yap to visit my blog and check the poems out.:)

26.9.08

hey hey hey.long time no blog. might as well just do something before my damn studies gotta be resumed....
ME

I stare,I stare
into voidless despair
for what is life
but a sack of strife
i close and
to no avail
for grain by grain,sand
drifts in through veils
a storm of sea and a storm of drought
but worst is calm
when all is still
that is agony,
perfectly instilled
for when
the wren
cries in unsheltered
scream,then
you know
that hopes a dream
and shallow river
becomes an ocean
even then you shiver
for what was once a river, small and untold
is now an ocean cold
and the deepest reigns
now cannot touch sunlight gold
the mystery,it is a horror
it is not a sight to behold
and angels kiss
could not enleaven this
and deep down inside,
i sense
something has gone
amiss

Hariharan

so hows the poem?u can sms me about it or leave a comment.please do.goodbye.( this is not the poem that i used for the literature project). still cant get the soft copy of that one.this is just something i made on the spot.:)

i burn,i burn in a cold fire that extinguishes and douses everything else that is to be. i have learnt alot in the past 2 days.things that make me want to scream and sob.sometimes, i do that.i imprison myself in the toilet and scream silent screams. at the same time,i usually sob uncontrollably. it is not correct and i know that. but this is the only way that i can keep myself from going insane. what have i learnt,you may wonder.well, let me begin frm the beginning. i followed my mum to melecca on an educational trip on tuesday. she is a teacher in my primary school and the indian dancers were allowed to go on the trip for winning Gold with Hons twice in a row. so i could come along( because i am my moms son).i had several reasons for going: mainly to escape my dad. i am too emotionaly drained to tell you the rest of the long long story now. later,when i am more composed.