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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Departed - The Beginning

Life has just begun by then, the holy union
They thought each other a perfect companion.
Queen of hills welcomed their maiden tour.
Lovely was the groom the dress he wore
Her good beauty made the groom’s life happy.

Couple rested, a home had no bourn
The portico was huge, the walls high, a castle far away.
Floors woodened and so were the walls.
Swings and also ducks in the lawn they surround.
They just began a splendid innings around.

Like the guy like was the girl,
The romantic act made her swirl,
The man’s bind was like a shell over the pearl.
The sun retired, they witnessed first dawn
The mist befogged and overlaid the lawn

Sun left behind the moon and the stars,
The dawn had begun they began their wars.
The virgin hours of the day,
Our lady took heed to sound as they lay.
Slowly she followed and followed till the portico.

The swings they swung, the ducks quacked,
He is fast asleep and no one surround.
She thought it’s a nightmare then turned around
Suddenly she saw someone standing, she’s scared.
She panicked and fell down, her eyes glared.

It held the hand and lifted her up
She realized her man, he woke-up
Had come for his lady who gone missing bed
The scene she experienced an evil dead.
They returned but still the haunt she felt.

- Julien

Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Long Seen Quiescence














The long seen quiescence, a while
Looking for a desire, the desire my life desired.
Yes, I wished the scoop was mine, a dime.
The act of Almighty very capricious and undeterminable.
Intuits of togetherness I witnessed that flashed in mind,
All these signs about the mystery they remind.

- Julien

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Lightness in me

Lady friend narrated once about her past, I
Ideated the scene, the minute to last.
Gagged once for, that guy I remembered then.
Heights of concentration peaked like never. I
Tagged myself to the fact that our friendship is a maze.
Never will I sober when she is around
Ever in Life, I wish she surrounds. A new
Saga for her will begin, I wished to tell
Sadly I missed like every other time.

- Julien

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

My Childhood









Those were the most beautiful days, when I was I,
The most adorable chapter of mine.
No hurry, no worry, no fear my peers.
The days went along happy tears.
I, dancing in the streets and friends surround.
And this was my childhood.

Men fishing in boat upon the floating red sun,
The sound of the goats, the evening bird’s singing.
The monsoon rain and there were trees, where
We climbed, we jumped, we hung and we swung,
Chronicles were said by a person a day.
Days and nights, they went our way.

I danced like blaze and enthralled hearts and
The play I performed, Akbar and Birbal.
Cricket, football, carom, and the game you name
Trust me, I swear, in all I had fame.
Wrestled times a many, boys are boys..!!! and
Times were when my body witnessed daily hurt.

We went to school and sad we would be,
To the school we went to not study.
In every chance, I had the sweetest buddy.
Evenings were the happiest and happy we were.
Physical Training, we the kids waited for
And then, the act of passion fully assured.

Lived my living along the living Gods, those
Lived with us and cared my living.
Madly I hopped houses to play
With neighbor’s sons and their daughters.
Those were days, no father around to stop
And those were days, no money no shop.

There were markets around, real markets they were
The grocer's the shops the men and the women.
People around smiled at me. No neighbor. No friend.
I held my dad's hand and prayed to God
To not leave. And then came the fancy shop.
Where I bought my Geometry box.

No mourners to cry, our spirits so high!
How happy was I, playing so hard,
Kites and Marbles and tops and cards.
Hired bi-cycles, a rupee an hour,
Amazing it was that races we won.
This season is when I broke my arm.

Will I get it again?
Some time to play the cycle tyre race.
Will I get it again?
Those true loves, those innocent smiles.
I cannot believe it all happened and gone.
Most were my happy days and those memories never fade.

- Julien