tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44691267806706887042023-06-20T22:05:35.119-07:00ShonaShonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-23517497889067810942015-07-30T09:11:00.001-07:002015-07-30T09:11:21.720-07:00Adjectives<p dir="ltr"><br>
Stared down at the floor as she walked,<br>
Thinning how this world could exist,<br>
Where the very essence of ethos had been lost to the ages,<br>
People all around inhaled stresses instead of relief,<br>
And let out pure discontented sighs…</p>
<p dir="ltr">You could see them thinking if ideal jouskas as they played with their hair,<br>
The convolution in their minds was something that even light feared,<br>
Their eyes were machines of narcissism,<br>
Their hearts were cauldrons of cynicism…</p>
<p dir="ltr">She saw them "merrily" walking,<br>
Because she hadn't learnt the adjectives she was <u>observing…</u><br>
</p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-9508095212383008172014-10-08T08:02:00.001-07:002014-10-08T08:02:41.241-07:00The Haunted <p dir="ltr">They walk with their pitch forks, <br>
Some with their knives, <br>
Out to kill the demons, <br>
Who're after their lives... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh yes! <br>
Their paradoxical lives, <br>
Filled with anti thesis, <br>
Invisible to our eyes... </p>
<p dir="ltr">For the beasts of hatred, <br>
And the beasts of avarice, <br>
Are out to get their hide... </p>
<p dir="ltr">They seek out the people, <br>
In the darkest of nights, <br>
In the brightest of days, <br>
Like bees in a glass hive... </p>
<p dir="ltr">These few will be found, <br>
And they will be bound, <br>
By a tight rope, <br>
In the eternal recess --<br>
Of sadness and envy...</p>
<p dir="ltr">~Shona </p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0Gajjar Bhavan, SVNIT Campus, Ichhanath, Surat21.158064 72.78438tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-86929650324236039882014-09-26T02:18:00.001-07:002014-09-26T02:18:10.435-07:00Imputations <p dir="ltr">I have been imputed, <br>
Not once but many a times, <br>
Drawn to tawdry things, <br>
That are --<br>
But meretricious.... </p>
<p dir="ltr">For I'm but a mendicant, <br>
On this planet filled with folk, <br>
Folk who look for beauty, <br>
In things that hold no hope... </p>
<p dir="ltr">For that, I impute you all! <br>
Simply overlooking the beauty --<br>
That is in simplicity --<br>
Embracing the meretricious, <br>
As though it was your baby... </p>
<p dir="ltr">~ Shalin Jayesh Dave aka Shona </p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-62640221032827441662014-09-24T05:43:00.001-07:002014-09-24T05:43:27.887-07:00My Words <p dir="ltr">My words to all, <br>
Are but, one and the same:<br>
Love thy neighbour, as thyself...</p>
<p dir="ltr">The day you do this, <br>
You'll fill up your bucket of love, <br>
Experience an exoneration so great --<br>
Your avarice, will have no place...</p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-54451437597597137762014-09-22T05:47:00.001-07:002014-09-22T05:49:47.295-07:00Me - Ignominious <p dir="ltr">I'm obsequious to your calls, <br>
No matter what and when... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Your voice transfixes my heart and my mind, <br>
It's therapeutic, <br>
But not curative... </p>
<p dir="ltr">It brings back my sickness, <br>
Violently and vehemently! </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's disgustingly alluring, <br>
So inviting, <br>
Yet --<br>
so frustratingly far... </p>
<p dir="ltr">I long, <br>
I pray and fantasize --<br>
About the times I'll finally read the book --<br>
That is your mind...</p>
<p dir="ltr">But this desire, <br>
It's just me --<br>
An ignominious individual... </p>
<p dir="ltr">~ Shona </p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-38352128506181452742014-09-19T10:13:00.001-07:002014-09-22T05:49:26.638-07:00(no title, yet... ;)) <p dir="ltr">It is upon plain skin, <br>
That I write these words, <br>
Using crimson ink,<br>
For What use is a surface --<br>
That is already burnt...</p>
<p dir="ltr">~ Shona <br>
Any suggestions for the title can be left in the comments, I'll review each one of them. </p>
Shonahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18213980430380744038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469126780670688704.post-23881698659210543562014-09-19T04:52:00.000-07:002014-09-19T04:57:51.319-07:00The Protector <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This busy train,<br>
Filled with people,<br>
Talking and laughing,<br>
Others lost in their world of music...<br>
<br>
But there is one lone man,<br>
He stands by himself,<br>
Observing and recording,<br>
Every moment on this train,<br>
He hears everything,<br>
Hears everyone,<br>
He wants in on them too,<br>
He wants to talk,<br>
He wants to joke,<br>
He wants to laugh,<br>
He wants to be lost in his own music,<br>
But he just cannot --<br>
For he is a cop and must abide,<br>
In the order to protect them all.<br>
<br>
~ Shona </div>
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