U & ME … In that beautipool world
A rack of life’s phases
filled with books
bought and bound with time
all filled with the story “me”
some distinct and new
some i doubt if i knew
a random visit to the rack
in the big dark dusty place
trying to walk the walked
knowing i would reach the reached
watching myself grow up
as i stepped every step
little i paused anywhere
going through moments
in i was weak and strong
that were sweet and sour
but at one flip i stopped
struck with drizzling color
memories overflowed
my smile showed “U”
voices now i begin to hear
all i begin is to see a tear
still walking the walked
still reaching the reached
winters that were never there
summers that we never had
a routine that we together carved
things that we never cared
all it seemed to me a dream
filled with the story “U & ME”
hope this was all i had
nothing before & later
for time with which i bought not this
not even worthy as me
i was late to sleep to not be at work
locked the rack back in safe!!
on a Saturday evening
damodar.v

punchagan 5:19 pm on July 12, 2009 Permalink |
lock it not so safely
visit the place regularly
bathe in the light
and take to flight
damodarvajja 3:09 am on July 13, 2009 Permalink |
of course i have to lock it safely for those books to be safe and sound
and yes i will visit the place regulary not forgetting to lock it in safety of my diminishing memory
punchagan 10:34 am on July 13, 2009 Permalink
Take some color out of the post. Too many colors and it’s all white…
avudem 2:35 pm on July 13, 2009 Permalink
thuch, that is where the thrill lay
9 7:28 pm on July 12, 2009 Permalink |
awesome!
next morning sunday kada! lock enduku vesesaav?!
damodarvajja 3:06 am on July 13, 2009 Permalink |
I wrote this some time back… made it readable on a saturday evening (inspired frm rainbow dreams)
lock vesindi saturday evening kaadu
avudem 4:23 am on July 13, 2009 Permalink |
Came with a kind of anxiety that can be generated only by a suspense thriller movie, (too many thrills, for me nowadays, including my thriller mtb bicycle
), but all I found was a gem from a gem!
Let them wander free, for seeing them bloom from the buds they were into those beautiful flowers which ‘drizzle colour’ onto your seeking eyes, is a sight to behold! Don’t keep them safe for they are not to be preserved. They are the fuel to drive you, whenever you find yourself in need. They will drive you, even when your belly is full! Just remember, don’t just go ‘back’, remember to write more of them, keep writing, with pals new and old, especially with us, the lafoots.
Damu, you blood-e lafoot, you write such wonderful stuff, I will murder you if I don’t find more of your work here ..
, I mean my shear terror should make you .. ah okay I can see you coughing by now
damodarvajja 7:58 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink |
shear terror inspiration
Kartik Krovvidi 5:22 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink |
is something wrong with my browser?… me ain’t able to see anything..
punchagan 5:46 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink |
LOL. the post is in white. you need to select text and read.
damodarvajja 5:50 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink
final ga okkadaina boku ayyadu hehehe [:D]
9 6:26 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink |
orey.. kasta padi ippatvarku evaram daamu gaadiki bok chesina satisfaction ivvakunda manage chestunte.. untaarayya kontha mandi..
damodarvajja 7:02 am on July 14, 2009 Permalink
its ok!!!!!!!!!!!