Can ink flow through these fingers long arrested,
Can script be written in blood with pieces of my heart
And screeches of nails on chalkboard?!
Those monthly pauses started by the first period,
Punctuated by commas and truncated by life's menopause?!
Aha, Fall's back again!
Can they give space to breathe and breath some pace?!
I wouldn't know--
To sprinkle words on an iambic pentameter,
Though the rythms of my heart belt the longs and shorts
of Rhyme--Involuntary!
Words oft carved, crafted and hung out to dry
Stretched tight on the strings of my imaginations!
Imaginations left to shrivel like raisons
Waiting to be plumped up by re-bootups, booty watches,
google searches and Nas' Worlds ;)
Seeds of anything
Scattered in the seamless winds of cyber space!

~Sitara~

Hellooooooooooooooooooo to all friends!!!!!! Just on a whimsy! :)

"Those monthly pauses started by the first period,
Punctuated by commas and truncated by life's menopause?!
Aha, Fall's back again!
Can they give space to breathe and breath some pace?! "

Wah ....!!! Welcome back Sitara ~
Can we get to read some more? ;)

~@~

"Aha, Fall's back again!"

Does that mean you'll be more indoor
by your desktop
thru your fingers
let flow what's in you?

Ah well, you could've done that with a laptop too!

Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Sitara.

Namaste Sitara dijju!!!!
Good to see u back here...:)

hmmmm "nails" "rythm" and "Nas".....

where am i? :( :(

grossly disappointed
LooTe :P

स्वस्थानी उही हो यहाँ खालि गाता फेरिन्छ
प्रवृत्ति उही हो यहाँ खाली नाता फेरिन्छ
रमाउँ कसरी परिवर्तनको खुशीले म ?
मान्छे उनै हुन् यहाँ खाली छाता फेरिन्छ ।

--कपिल अज्ञात

Sitaraji,
wow ..very nice:)
You are like shooting Star .who shows up once in while
quick ...Everyone make wish now,before she slips away
that she remain as star forever and twinkle everyday
And with her poems ,she takes everyones breath away

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Loote ...how can she relate you in her poem man!!!..your days are almost ending.
Kartik is over now ..don't be dreamin ..:P hehehe

Through Mountain Paths

Amidst dust particles from crumbling temples,
I’ll trudge through broken pathways
Of snowcapped Himalayas, so serene, seductive, yet deceptive
To Man who revels in resolving storms within and conquering peaks without--insurmountable,
Yet Hopeful,
Like Tornadoes that bridge the sky with darkened earth--dynamic, mesmerizing yet deceptive
To Man always hopeful
And in the silence of my awe, I will picture your words
While I turn prayer wheels, mumbling beneath my breath
As they form a vibrant Van Gogh--
An abstract of "shooting stars" waiting to be wished upon
Lest they fall upon deaf ears, mute peace and dumb prayers?!

;)

WoW ..again..you know ..it is too intense and deep for me to handle..hehehe
it bounces off my head.
indeed very nice...hehe ..though half the thing ..i didn't understand :)

too deep too deep ...may be deep bro understands it :P

Van Gogh and starry nights reminds me of those days .when .i used to sleep in Art classes..
...interesting is what is in that painting?i never could figure out ..may be i need to think as deep as you do.:)

Sitara sis... long time no see. I was starting to wonder where you were these days.. Glad to see you back and flattered to see my name in your wonderful poem. :). Hope to see more of your wonderful writings!

Voila, the birdy is back in the hood with the utmost execution of words! That was an awesome read, made my friday mornig!

Hopefully Sajha won't be in crisis again. Please do let us hear your words from time to time! Btw how about including Salvador Dali somewhere in your poem? Demanding I'm hai? :)

Welcome back Sitaraji. :-)

Happy fun friday ya'll!

Sitara,

I am astonished, thought you were plumped up by the works of Jhumpa Lahiri and VS naipaul.

Had to dig in again, I do not mind going over and over again! :)

Yeh dil mange more Sitaraji, excuse my non-native dialect!