Dreams Sold Here

Brown suit,

Hefty voice,

Subduing charm.

'Dreams Sold Here!,

Pick one if you may', he told.

It is an unfinished post. I couldn't finish it. Anyway Somethings better than nothing. Its been some time, I know. I was getting adjusted to one of those dreams that I bought. Life in a different city is exciting with lots of places to see, different people, different climate, different culture. But  when you weigh all these differences ,there is  always the one which makes the weighing machine go beserk. I think you got it right.

Sheesh.. Why don't dreams come free!!

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The Dumb Rag Picker

 

This stunning image is from aussiegall's photostream on flickr

The cocoa garden behind our rented little house was my favorite haunt. I spent my time climbing the small trees and chasing the brownish orange hens that were always pecking around in our backyard. When the evenings caught up with time, I would run back to the vicinity of the Grampoo tree near the kitchen. The cocoa trees were scary after dark. They seemed to be stripped of  all friendly essence that they showed to me all morning. It was during such evenings that she appeared in the empty plot nearby gathering wood.

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Change

photo by h.koppdelaney on Flickr

I wanted to stay till everyone left.

To see everyone off,

To wish a very good bye,

Before I start on this journey of mine.
But life isn't that way, Is it? Always bereft.

Every single laugh

Canceled out by a cry,

Negating all positives with the pass of time.

It is never easy, being Change's subject.

The heaviness of loss,

The ebbing of joy,
Desperate attempts to foil Fate's design.

Now my name is on the rolls,

And I hear him knocking at my door.....


Its a reflection back on my life.. Change has come many at times and I have been forced to move on... So heres my thoughts on that in words...

Status : Missing friends back at Bangalore....

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elle rêvait d'amour

By pincel3d on deviant art

An empty reflection in the mirror,

Of Twenty and hundred pounds.

I, the worthless wayside whore,

Had her dreams for a day crowned.

That moment was Chance's child,
Whom Fate did father wrong.
A day to spend,a night to dine,
Nothing more - a request queerly odd.

A day we spent in eternal bliss,
A day together, forever remembered.
Helios' chariots gave way for Selene's grace,
He bid his fare and in the shadows retreated.

Never made love in a way as such,
Hearts embraced and flesh withdrawn.
Never made love in a way as such,
In Passion's triumph, lust overthrown.

I know its strange

And the feeling stranger.

But I can't explain how I felt

When I made love with the stranger.

An empty reflection in the mirror,

Of Twenty and hundred pounds.

I, the worthless wayside whore,

Had her dreams for a day crowned.

[ I tried my best to capture a story i had in my mind as a short poem. I hope you guys got the story... :) .

The title is in french - elle rêvait d'amour, which means - She dreamed of love.

Penkodi is taking french lessons, that inspired me to keep the title in french.

For the record, google translate is my tutor. ;) :)) ]

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