About Me

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...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

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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!

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Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

A thought
Shining..
Amidst the subtle emanation
Of hyaline Darkness..
.
.
The pains convulse..
Obelisk are the wounds..
Tears amass..
Unifying..;
Smudging my dreams..
.
.
I sit here crying..
Nonpareil..
Just..
Dancing to shadows..
That never
Let me live..
.
.
Everything's
Darkening me;
Everything's
Un-quixotic..
.
.
Into
The world of Ground reality
I voyage..
.
.
I muse..
.
.
Life..!
A mere Hallucination..?


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My voyage into the "dark world" continues..
Landscapes of dream
Cacophony of
Silent screams...
.
.
Visible Skeptre's
Of Hell's tableau..
.
.
Myriad cohensions
Of..
Un-gaietic Thoughts..
.
.
Vibes of pain
With..
Hues Of black;
All..
Painting strokes of blood..
.
.
A wampum leaps
From
The bosom
Of an Alternate-corpse..
.
.
Explosive..
Un-Ardent..
A-spatial
.
.
Forever Un-eternal..
.
.
Living..
A life..
In
Death...
.
.
A feel;
.
.
A
Paradise
Of..
UNTAMED BLISS...!

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Well..This one's a kiddo amalgamated with hues of "dark"..
Wrote this on impulse..during class hours..lol..!!!
Dedicated to a friend of mine(Rajath)..Who seemed to have fallen a "prey" for the drools of "Dark Poetry"..

Vicer Wisdom...

Scribbled by Bharath C On February 22, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
Visceral acoustics..
Un-manned attitude..
Shattered thoughts..
.
.
Fingers..
Twinning a knife;
.
.
The entirety of the travails
Merge;
With..
Breach of brief..
.
.
Pants Fighting
A losing battle..
.
.
Chequered shirt
With 'strip'ed knowels..
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Quibbled mind..
Oscillating hands..
.
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Conveying
Thoughts of Blank..
.
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Idiocy..
Misanthropy..
.
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All Bright..
Eclipsing sheer darkness..
.
.
Long Live the King..

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In 'ode' to the 'cacophonicity' of an alloyed being..
Fervor..

Petals of her "Pulchritude" has conquered my heart(s)
My life's embellished in the blossom she imparts.


Sweet heart

Lilt cadence-Cupid in sight(s)..
Ah..her eyes intoxicate-Agglutinating myriad delights..


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(A 'couplet' to someone VERY special..)
In my dreams I see you.
The world becomes heaven, and gone is the blue.
No wars erupt, no illnesses subject, no hullabaloo .
Hand in hand, all is in harmony.

My eyes open as my heaven is taboo.
The world is dark, and all is askew.
Feuds break out, cries are heard, diseases subdue.
Yet, looking in your eyes I see my dreams in you,
And for a moment there’s serenity.


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Despair...

Scribbled by Bharath C On February 16, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Look at her,
No longer can her
Emotions stay bottled up.
Sparkling diamonds spill
From the skies in her eyes.

Untold secrets
Are carried away
In the wind to ears
Not meant to hear.

Despair envelops her soul,
No one understands
What she’s going through.
She sits in the corner now–
Slices of red painting her body.


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The Hidden Rust..

Scribbled by Bharath C On February 16, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Gasoline tainted air,
cars run the land
with no emotion,
choking on fumes
clangs and bangs
disrupt the earth
caged within brick buildings,

But close your eyes
take a breath
open to a free view,
stand above
drop everything,
release yourself
to the wind.

Take a path beyond the tar,
you’ll find a painting
as mountains rise
above pearl clouds,
quiet clear waters
ripple in the wind,
flowers paint the ground
in luminescent colors,
the singsong of birds
fill the air.

Such beauty of the world
hangs on the edge
as open eyes
see the rust
but are blind to the rest.



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Punctuation ?
Poetic Reverberation !
Thoughts,surmise,notions-In a superimposition.
Simply put-together as a "fusion"..

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Would take this opportunity to thank Mr.Venkat Rangarajan..It was his "brain child" that invoked the following verses..though his innovative "Poetic Question"..!
It Goes something like this...


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We use punctuation to separate words. As you observe there are no words above, just a list of 4 punctuation marks. This is the reverse process to writing poetry. Given the punctuation for the poem, you must weave the words.
Just one rule, and its to maintain the type and order of punctuation.



The next few posts are based on this criterion..
The reason that this is on the blog is purely because I enjoyed the challenge so very much..That i really wanted to retain these verses and savor them in the future..
Also..Its a "one-off" way to actually portray my "On Spot Poetry" skills..lol..!

*I take a "bow" to this wonderful gentleman..*

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How true are the poetic emotions ?
Reverberating myriad cognizance-Those Locutions!
Painting, hues of minds commotions..
Guess these are the generic "sensations"..

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Ravishing blossom..heavens tableau ?
Scattered cirrus witnessing the chartreuse hue !
Aconites rummage, amidst the lush green meadow
Heaving emotions modulating-Makes my heart take a "bow".

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"The point is, art is something subversive. It's something that should not be free. Art and liberty, like the fire of Prometheus, are things one must steal, to be used against the established order. Once art becomes official and open to everyone, then it becomes academic. If art is ever given the keys to the city, it will be because it's been so watered down, rendered so impotent, that it's not worth fighting for...So this business about art defending or freeing culture is absurd. One can defend culture in a broad, general sense, if you mean by the heritage of the past, but the right to free expression is something one seizes, not something one is given."

Eternal Bliss...

Scribbled by Bharath C On February 08, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
A passionate touch..
Amorous Caress..
Enamor..
A Flavor..
Gallant Vehements..
A wind light..
Foams..
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Its replete..
Its serene..
A Gawk..
To the love of things..
Exquisite...
Elegant..
Unpretentious..
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Shadows flicker..
The words go on Pause..
Lips get Dew-sodden..
Zephyrs zing within..
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Red petals..
Interlaced..
Springing delight..
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Purpled passions..
Whiney blue..
Ah..
Kiss..An eternal Bliss..


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Grayish-white cottons lay floating-staring at us..
Waiting to stain the green earths purity.
Laying there they mock the lushes
Trying to reach for it, but backing away in coeval
Just like a child now wanting to make a noise...
.
Its the rain..
.
I think..
.
I ponder..
.
Ah..Then..
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Clocks A Quint Essence
More brilliant as a blooming flower..
.
And in lieu to its glory..
My pen gets in psych..
But..
Then it renders irredeemable..
Lost..
.
The parchments' gleam shines bright..
Brighter than the lightening's lighted fright..
.
There
Stayed
Those white parchments..
Drenched..
Sodden..
Bedraggled..
.
.

As I Lay uproot staring..
Gazing at the precipitations from above..
Falling..
At me as they mock me ever so merrily...
.
Cloudburst..
Water..
Deluge..
O' Rain...


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