"Make me blind"
She who is beautiful doesn't glitter,
she who glitters is not beautiful,
gracefully like a queen,she walks;
elegantly like a princess,she smiles.
To me,the key to all my joy,she carries;
To me,the path to all my success,she knows;
To me,the pain to all my failure,she understands;
To me,the meaning to my life,she writes.
Awaken by the chirping sound of birds,
raised by the promising ray of sun,
my eyes open,my feet touch the earth;
realities are far away from dreams,I sense;
truths are far away from myths,I realise.
But ,
silently,I trust her
as I know
my heart does no wrong
as long as it remains
pure for her only.
When I see her,I smile;
to me,she smiles back
but,
a mere facial smile by raising cheeks,
is what I dislike from her;
the true meaningful smile by blinking eyes,
is what I expect from her;
because,
to me,
eyes,not face are the one's everything.
Like a small child becoming possessive about mother's warmth,
a small child,I have become on her graceful beauty;
an apple of my eyes,she has become;
making me difficult to close my eyes
until she comes in my dream in every midnight.
In my heart,she is felt;
in my mind,she is seen;
in my soul,she is discovered;
in all senses of mine,she stays;
closer than my own shadow,she moves along with me;
what differs me from her is only
she is she and I am he,
the rest of ours meets in the mid of one man's bridge;
my moving mirror,she has become;
her eternal reflection,I wish to become.
Dreaming remains my passion,
thinking remains my creation,
writing remains my compulsion
as
silence becomes my service,
creating a wall between she and I.
After death,the ugly meets the beauty;
in life,the handsome meets the beauty;
forgetting
anybody can be ugly
anybody can be handsome
anybody can be beautiful
atleast once in this life
but,
nobody can be so graceful like the very one.
As the journey lengthens longer,
I wish not to move quicker in dust;
as the clock ticks faster,
I wish not to fly swifter in air
because,
in steadily slow,beauty lies.
Languages are my enemy,
symbols are my friend;
time has made me dumb
as I know not the language to be spoken.
To go closer,I must speak;
to understand deeper,I must listen
but all in vain,
by deaf and dumb,
I am embraced.
The only eyes,I have
have no choice
but,
from a distance,
to look at her only
in the world
where no voice and no word exist for me;
to look at her beauty only
in the world
where the handsome only lives;
to look at her moving lips only
in the world
where those who speak her language;
to look at her eyes only
in the world
where from,my sight has got meanings.
In her eyes,I see my eyes
but,
as I know no language to speak
as I know no word to write,
my strength fades away
like a shadow in a cloudy day.
I feel,
in my eyes,she sees not her eyes.
I pray,
in the eyes of the poor,
in the eyes of the ugly,
in the eyes of the deaf,
in the eyes of the dumb,
she finds her eyes.
If not,
then humbly,I submit
to take away my sight.
No more,I wish to see
as
the timely worn beauty,I hate to see;
the naturally naked beauty,I love to see.
Meanings are what,my poor eyes search for;
darkness is what,my eyes have found;
hollowness is what,my heart has discovered;
vaccum is what,my soul has been filled;
I wish not to see anymore
I wish not to open my eyes
I wish to close them
and close them forever
to make me blind.
...................................................................................................................................
- Composed by Bupenda on 1st August,2009 (5:30pm - 9pm,IST),Saturday and completed on 2nd August,2009 (10pm -11:55pm,IST),Delhi and slept at 1am(IST),3rd August,2009.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
"Make me blind"
"Make me blind"
She who is beautiful doesn't glitter,
she who glitters is not beautiful,
gracefully like a queen,she walks;
elegantly like a princess,she smiles.
To me,the key to all my joy,she carries;
To me,the path to all my success,she knows;
To me,the pain to all my failure,she understands;
To me,the meaning to my life,she writes.
Awaken by the chirping sound of birds,
raised by the promising ray of sun,
my eyes open,my feet touch the earth;
realities are far away from dreams,I sense;
truths are far away from myths,I realise.
But ,
silently,I trust her
as I know
my heart does no wrong
as long as it remains
pure for her only.
When I see her,I smile;
to me,she smiles back
but,
a mere facial smile by raising cheeks,
is what I dislike from her;
the true meaningful smile by blinking eyes,
is what I expect from her;
because,
to me,
eyes,not face are the one's everything.
Like a small child becoming possessive about mother's warmth,
a small child,I have become on her graceful beauty;
an apple of my eyes,she has become;
making me difficult to close my eyes
until she comes in my dream in every midnight.
In my heart,she is felt;
in my mind,she is seen;
in my soul,she is discovered;
in all senses of mine,she stays;
closer than my own shadow,she moves along with me;
what differs me from her is only
she is she and I am he,
the rest of ours meets in the mid of one man's bridge;
my moving mirror,she has become;
her eternal reflection,I wish to become.
Dreaming remains my passion,
thinking remains my creation,
writing remains my compulsion
as
silence becomes my service,
creating a wall between she and I.
After death,the ugly meets the beauty;
in life,the handsome meets the beauty;
forgetting
anybody can be ugly
anybody can be handsome
anybody can be beautiful
atleast once in this life
but,
nobody can be so graceful like the very one.
As the journey lengthens longer,
I wish not to move quicker in dust;
as the clock ticks faster,
I wish not to fly swifter in air
because,
in steadily slow,beauty lies.
Languages are my enemy,
symbols are my friend;
time has made me dumb
as I know not the language to be spoken.
To go closer,I must speak;
to understand deeper,I must listen
but all in vain,
by deaf and dumb,
I am embraced.
The only eyes,I have
have no choice
but,
from a distance,
to look at her only
in the world
where no voice and no word exist for me;
to look at her beauty only
in the world
where the handsome only lives;
to look at her moving lips only
in the world
where those who speak her language;
to look at her eyes only
in the world
where from,my sight has got meanings.
In her eyes,I see my eyes
but,
as I know no language to speak
as I know no word to write,
my strength fades away
like a shadow in a cloudy day.
I feel,
in my eyes,she sees not her eyes.
I pray,
in the eyes of the poor,
in the eyes of the ugly,
in the eyes of the deaf,
in the eyes of the dumb,
she finds her eyes.
If not,
then humbly,I submit
to take away my sight.
No more,I wish to see
as
the timely worn beauty,I hate to see;
the naturally naked beauty,I love to see.
Meanings are what,my poor eyes search for;
darkness is what,my eyes have found;
hollowness is what,my heart has discovered;
vaccum is what,my soul has been filled;
I wish not to see anymore
I wish not to open my eyes
I wish to close them
and close them forever
to make me blind.
...................................................................................................................................
- Composed by Bupenda on 1st August,2009 (5:30pm - 9pm,IST),Saturday and completed on 2nd August,2009 (10pm -11:55pm,IST),Delhi and slept at 1am(IST),3rd August,2009.
She who is beautiful doesn't glitter,
she who glitters is not beautiful,
gracefully like a queen,she walks;
elegantly like a princess,she smiles.
To me,the key to all my joy,she carries;
To me,the path to all my success,she knows;
To me,the pain to all my failure,she understands;
To me,the meaning to my life,she writes.
Awaken by the chirping sound of birds,
raised by the promising ray of sun,
my eyes open,my feet touch the earth;
realities are far away from dreams,I sense;
truths are far away from myths,I realise.
But ,
silently,I trust her
as I know
my heart does no wrong
as long as it remains
pure for her only.
When I see her,I smile;
to me,she smiles back
but,
a mere facial smile by raising cheeks,
is what I dislike from her;
the true meaningful smile by blinking eyes,
is what I expect from her;
because,
to me,
eyes,not face are the one's everything.
Like a small child becoming possessive about mother's warmth,
a small child,I have become on her graceful beauty;
an apple of my eyes,she has become;
making me difficult to close my eyes
until she comes in my dream in every midnight.
In my heart,she is felt;
in my mind,she is seen;
in my soul,she is discovered;
in all senses of mine,she stays;
closer than my own shadow,she moves along with me;
what differs me from her is only
she is she and I am he,
the rest of ours meets in the mid of one man's bridge;
my moving mirror,she has become;
her eternal reflection,I wish to become.
Dreaming remains my passion,
thinking remains my creation,
writing remains my compulsion
as
silence becomes my service,
creating a wall between she and I.
After death,the ugly meets the beauty;
in life,the handsome meets the beauty;
forgetting
anybody can be ugly
anybody can be handsome
anybody can be beautiful
atleast once in this life
but,
nobody can be so graceful like the very one.
As the journey lengthens longer,
I wish not to move quicker in dust;
as the clock ticks faster,
I wish not to fly swifter in air
because,
in steadily slow,beauty lies.
Languages are my enemy,
symbols are my friend;
time has made me dumb
as I know not the language to be spoken.
To go closer,I must speak;
to understand deeper,I must listen
but all in vain,
by deaf and dumb,
I am embraced.
The only eyes,I have
have no choice
but,
from a distance,
to look at her only
in the world
where no voice and no word exist for me;
to look at her beauty only
in the world
where the handsome only lives;
to look at her moving lips only
in the world
where those who speak her language;
to look at her eyes only
in the world
where from,my sight has got meanings.
In her eyes,I see my eyes
but,
as I know no language to speak
as I know no word to write,
my strength fades away
like a shadow in a cloudy day.
I feel,
in my eyes,she sees not her eyes.
I pray,
in the eyes of the poor,
in the eyes of the ugly,
in the eyes of the deaf,
in the eyes of the dumb,
she finds her eyes.
If not,
then humbly,I submit
to take away my sight.
No more,I wish to see
as
the timely worn beauty,I hate to see;
the naturally naked beauty,I love to see.
Meanings are what,my poor eyes search for;
darkness is what,my eyes have found;
hollowness is what,my heart has discovered;
vaccum is what,my soul has been filled;
I wish not to see anymore
I wish not to open my eyes
I wish to close them
and close them forever
to make me blind.
...................................................................................................................................
- Composed by Bupenda on 1st August,2009 (5:30pm - 9pm,IST),Saturday and completed on 2nd August,2009 (10pm -11:55pm,IST),Delhi and slept at 1am(IST),3rd August,2009.
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