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!


An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..


That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

!nversed Poignancy!


A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..


The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

!nversed Poignancy!


A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..


Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!


Scribbled by Bharath C On September 20, 2008 2 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

O' Acrylic angel,
O' Silky leather

Where art thou?

"Come and Elevate as the blue smoke,
suffer no more love "


Ever heard of the stories,

Which involved "a daemon and two fairies?!"
Starring the Yellow blots blending with steaming zephyrs,
And those Cozy thoughts cupped around those Brown "poetic elixirs"..

An evening it was,a rendezvous to treasure,
Enjoyment it was,way beyond a measure..
Falling in pairs- our voices with the wampum's of rain
Through the aura's fragility, myriad a thoughts to share and reign..

Drifting down from the ceilinged meeting
To a reverent nook-It all started as a coy greeting
The waves then lashed, chiming down with the "fairies" fighting,
The daemon,right there;Laughing down to glory-"heart not beating"!

Ah..Just then the lips started moving,
Gallons of thoughts fueled in- scaling on them we started roving
Then we turned to the books,
Searching, sorting and explicating its nooks..

The lashy rains turned contours they faded down to retire,
Our voices died too, as our mouths got more dryer..
Then came Mr.Pizza so hot,smart and thin
Accompanied by a Litchi shake, and his sorta twin!

Back then, again was our acoustics in the air
Far away we went(again!), topics on politics,life and its flair
And thus continued the endless chatter on its infinite spree
Quibbling on million a topics- We three.:)

*This one's about the Rendezvous that Meena, Prats and Me had..It was really a treat and truly awesome time that we'd together..Fighting, chatting and eating....
A small note on our experience there.. *

When the lights are dark,
When the moments are stark.
There has been one little nightingale amidst my life's blizzards and gale,
She's the art-director of my life's tale.
A cutey-pie that she is,
A teddy-bear,kiddy kid and also a biggie sis.
I cant but write in hindi,
But, i really want to make this trendy.
"Jaane tu ya jaane na", as they say,
She's an angel, Irritating her is my play.
Who so ever said, "Taare zameen par"..
Must have really said it looking at her..(hehe, Guess she's on Cloud 9!)
Although she's not as small as those "Taare",
She's been through my life,she's a sehr shön "pari"
An idiot,an even awful poet ,a tinge shameless-some of her synonyms
Sadly..She's my enemy,antagonist,foe and thier antonyms..
Yeah yeah, i know that this is awful, worst and et al,
This one's just for her,My little "neo-natal".
Now, why is this so very encrypted with ciphers?
Its 'cos I am trying to rhyme like hers..(hehe!).
Ok!, now the best one of the lot..
You get her name, when you try and blow the candle apart...

*Now thats a horrible write..Guess the "horrible" poet now.. *

Contrast between what is expected and what actually exists or happened.

Repetition of sounds at the end of words.
Or WORLDS?..err..

Person, a place, an object, or an action that stands for something beyond itself.

Are they really out!..

Alas!, I am Dead!

Comparison of two things that have some quality in common
Err..Or was it..
To create fresh and original expressions..
So that it cannot be interpreted literally
was I?..
Trying to picture ordinary things in new ways..?

Point-by-point comparison between two apparently dissimilar things made to clasify certain point about one of them.

Consists of words and phrases the appeal to readers non-senses.

Expression that has a meaning different from the meaning of its individual words.

Use of words whose sound suggests their meaning.

Call it

* Rhythm
Figurative Language
Onomatopoeia *

Its there, It was there
I was there, they were there,
What happend?!

Err..yeah, I got Eighty one Point Six!

If you is If I..
If a yes is If a nod,
If you is If mine..

Then, I will have to mine my looks
With that element of me that's you
To an element withing you that's not you
But me in you..

Day or Night..

Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

You break my nights into days
Me sleeping,still asleep and dreaming
And dreaming, still dreaming, Me awake..
My night's now,
Are just another eternal day!..


Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

I do not want to lose
Lose me in you
What little I have
In Me, myself and I..

The combination..

Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

When some evenings become deep,
Full of flavor,
The sun in these evenings
Dark orange and brighter yellow
Also becomes beautiful and radiant,

(The Combination!)

Feels like..
Your pores on the skin,
Penetrate through mine
And each of those beam that hits me
Wakes me back to life..

Dated : 6th September,2003!
A blast from the past..:)

Sandy :

Results tomorrow..Huh?..Gosh!!
You sure?

Me :
Perhaps, yes..
May be No
Some say they surely Know
Whilst other Dare not to vow
The reliable sources say then or now
So, better keep yourself on the toe..

Sandy :
Yeah, you've tried your best,
And I actually know the rest,
Putting wits to test,
May be I will be only your guest..

Me :
The list is out on its date,
And we all know our ill-fate,
Whether we Like it or hate,
Change it will never its state,
Lets just hope for stale draw and not a check-mate!

I wish your words turn true,
My exam-coffee is yet to brew.
All happiness is kept at stake,
Life at hell, is what they plan to make.
Ok, Let them try to choke or block..
I guess they still don know... That we'll definitely rock..

Me :
Hehe..Call it rocked or call it stoned
We're just a mere instrument- to be toned
You say, fingers crossed
The say its a matter of a coin tossed
What ever be it,
Lets keep hopes alive and stay away from utter-nuisances and crap wit!

Sandy :
Cold is the coffee and the ice is so hot,
My pulse is wet and numb is my thought.
Churning of our blood has just begun,
Hope the lather that it gathers is worth the fun.
Life is turning ,and so is our pot,
Lets see whether it would be believable or not..

Me :
Be it coffee cold,
Or be it those dreamy thoughts that the fairy told..
The "Story" is written bright and bold
These festive's are mere pauses,to keep the evil at hold
Dont bank upon "legends" buddy- be it old or even a Gold..

Sandy :
True are the legends, and so are the ghosts,
Just make sure, that we are the not their hosts.
I wish that this turns into a party thats worth the wait,
Else we all will be a part of "dooms fate"
I just hope to have a peaceful night,
Someone very close I wanna hold tight..
I dont really know why I'm abhorred and deviating..
But all I can sense she and her(s) scintillating.
Worn in a silver cover she is yet to arrive as a bride,
And I'm sure she is pretty witty and ready to take us for a long irony ride..

Yeah buddy,but, dreams are perhaps only the brighter side,
There's always the other one..The "anti-pride"
So,matter not..Be the it he or she
For our happiness will anyways "flee"
This is that "one last night"-So, keep yourself happy and free,
For tomorrow, you'll be on a slide, confronting a nutty nailed hunter on spree..

Well, guess its time to board a flight,
I've to go..as the moon is up and in bright-a-light.
Catch ya tomorrow mate,
Lets see whats in store from our fate..

Yes,have a brilliant "good night",
Make sure that you hold-things straight and lay to a sleep that's tight..
For when the, sun's brightness arrives as light,
Only God knows(!) as to whether it Would it be a "glorious shine" or a "mere fall from a height"..

*We bid good-bye..
With A grin that defines the poetic-chat that we had so far..
And a pale morose that's a harbinger to our tomorrows "death"...Would it really Marr?

Just hoping for the best..

A tree-toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree-toad,
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree-toad tried to win
The three-toed she-toad's heart,
For the two-toed tree-toad loved the ground
That the three-toed tree-toad trod.
But the two-toed tree-toad tried in vain;
He couldn't please her whim.
From her tree-toad bower,
With her three-toed power,
The she-toad vetoed him.

Redefining Specialty..
Yeah..From the special Gang of "Angles and A Demon!"


They've been there when my life was dipped in tear..
They've been there when I was in fear..
They've been there when I wanted someone dear..
They've been there when I was far and near
And Now,
They're also a part of me, when we're here having a "Blast with a Beer"..

A multiple-duplex gratitudes to

#Chubby(The Queen!,..Yeah, wish you the same dear!!)
#Gayu (Hugs and more hugs to you Princess..And Wish you the same DeaR!!)
*Yeah, we share the same B'day and Souls too!*

#Doggy!(Umm, yeah..He's "The Demon amidst the Angels"..But the "Buddy maga" of my life!)

#Harshi (She's the Angel of the Angels!, Thank you (yeah, treat..?..err..yeah..thinking! )

#Suchi!.(The Goddess..!)

#Chomy (Umm..yeah..My enemy!, But an Angel too..*hugs bebo!*)

#Swatz (Dumbo and Shameless..without whom I would be Null and Void..Thank you sis!)

#Poo..and Spoo (The one a Dumbo and The other a Shameless and Dumbo too..hehe..But umm..Hugs to both of you..The new angels into the kindgom of Friends!)

This is unlike any Tuesday morning

A Cool wind
A different trend..
Am i the same old kid in the block?
Has there been a different tick on my Clock?


Whats this? - a terror?
Its got me up and over..!
Grinning down at little bits of paper
And those boxes covered with wrappers..

Whats so different?!

Is this a real life monopoly?
Or is it a dream, merely?
Now, then and the later
Everything is so un-deter..

Gosh!- I am growing mad!

Summing up my past?
Are these those moments-My very last?
I am lost..yeah!, really lost..
And Suddenly, the waiter comes down..pats and says..
"Sir,Here's your B'day treat and its total cost!..:)"

A gift from the "Poetic Family"- Way beyond just "Priceless"..

Heartfelt gratitudes to each one of you..!..Yeah, perhaps the disconnection in my word flow should say it all..I am beyond words!

Thanks a ton People (Yeah, that includes a ton more to "Princess Surabhi":)).
I am blessed and re-blessed in an infinite recursion!
Thanks all for being such an integral part of my life and this little moment of celebration in it..

God Bless and Long Hail..:)

Here's the Link..: Priced Beyond Priceless..
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