Sunday, February 28, 2010

Growin' Old


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We have grown too old for our limited years;
Time we shed some of those childhood tears.
Let the keen rant of reason be left ignored;
For intellect seems a passion for the bored.
Relax, relent, give in; but do not just give up.
Life's brimming over; why, then, an empty cup?
We think we shall break, but never shall bend,
When a bargain is all we need to comprehend.
We inhibit, criticise, abstain; but never do tell.
Not to Devil, but to Reason our souls we sell.
We try hard, but we try too hard; still we sink
In a sea of despair till all our emotions stink.
Is it time to take control; or, better, to let go?
Faith, belief, trust - that's the line we must tow
Our colours are wild; why not let 'em freely flow?
For what's a canvas with just pathos to show?
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6 comments:

  1. Bahut Hua somehow captures the anguish pretty beautifully :)

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  2. As we shed our cloaks and bend
    As we count not what we spend,
    We'll give and and we'll give for all that we take
    I guess bending backwards, doesn't mean we'll break.

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  3. We have grown too old for our limited years;

    Time we shed some of those childhood tears.

    I always had those fears, you took birth and were old in childhood years. No idea of tears.


    Let the keen rant of reason be left ignored;

    For intellect seems a passion for the bored.

    Dil ke ghaao, dont get cured


    Relax, relent, give in; but do not just give up.

    Life's brimming over; why, then, an empty cup?

    Santa answered 'motor runs, dhurrr dhurrr dhupp dhuppp'.


    We think we shall break, but never shall bend,

    When a bargain is all we need to comprehend.

    And Shylock asked for a pound of flesh for money he lend.(waise pinky ke pc ka naam shylock tha. dasssing name)


    We inhibit, criticise, abstain; but never do tell.

    Not to Devil, but to Reason our souls we sell.

    brijwasi ke aaloo paranthas were as bad as hell, still ...all izzz well


    We try hard, but we try too hard; still we sink

    In a sea of despair till all our emotions stink.

    Your alter ego is pink(y), oh what a link


    Is it time to take control; or, better, to let go?

    Faith, belief, trust - that's the line we must tow.

    Our colours are wild; why not let 'em freely flow?

    For what's a canvas with just pathos to show?

    Behanji jara side mein hoyiga, fatfati is going at sau

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  4. could not have expected anything better (or worse?) from you Saransh.

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  5. ab samajh nahi aayi to kya likhta :(

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  6. i dont remember the last time i read a poem and then actually visualised the poem at the same time ..... simply written , unlike u .... well expressed ...... loved it

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