About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

!nversed Poignancy!

Life

An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..

Death

That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

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She

A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Me

The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

!nversed Poignancy!

Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

Life v/s Rain..

Scribbled by Bharath C On June 21, 2008
A drop solitary crashes against the panes of my window.Crystalline wampums, brilliant prisms, all in cohesion- towards the green earths bosom.Awestruck at this "portrait of memoir", I lay gaping..wasting the every subsequent seconds of my life..
My eyes leap out of the window.I see what little is left of the grey cotton mountains that parch along,tamed by the winds across the horizon.The sun aint any better,the thick fog covering him all over- putting his crimson to blurr.
Down below the drench boulevards of black bitumen, I see a million souls, arranged perfectly in a pure 'helter-skelter'.. Men and women, boys and girls, all treading with wheels on their heels, running for a shelter-trying to escape the inevitable..So that the crystalline prisms dont bruise their skins wet...

But is "escape" is never the "grain for the hungriest"??. People who seek shelter,are the one's who enslave a "a courageous coward insidious" and portray disciple of "mock" outsidious!. And those jovial souls who accept the reality,tread the path thats layed down-no matter how tsunamic the drops leap…

As more crystals shatter down on the panes, I swing down into my spectra of thoughts..Whipping within me,a series of self cavils..

Would I also run for a shelter,If i were them??

Well,
Frankly speaking..I can not accept the truth, or face the inevitable..because I too belong to a race of 'sapiens' and I am after a that 'protective shell' that prevents me and protects me,from the rain of "sheer truth" and shells me into a rummage of 'lies'..(An escape, yet again,from those droplets of truth...)
It is horrible that the world,the society and the elements that bind these components together are increasingly worsening,where even the younguns are put to obligation to photoprint the "shame" that an adult has developed.. making them nothing more than less and less human..

But, will this ever end??..
Perhaps yes!,it might..

But,just when this world recognizes the treasure trove thats contained in a truth, a lie would then show its imminence, and time ,then, would be on its death bed..too late to retrieve it back...

So, just think..Dont ever shy away from reality..Get enlightened, soaked and drenched in the "truth" if the nature( rain)..and let the sun enlighten us again..So that we dont loose the path of "true Life"..

After all, we're Droplets of Rain too..:)

-!nversed Poignancy!


*An impromptu for an essay comp*

Here's the Link for the competition-
http://www.orkut.co.in/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=16999511&tid=5209948836500385089

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