Thursday, July 21, 2005

silent SCREAM

i lie asleep curled up in my bed
comfortably numb

no worries
no problems
no apprehensions
the embodiment of life
a symbol of love

i eat
i breathe
i dream
lost in a reverie

something jabs at my side
i scream in pain
a rude awakening
needles poking at me
a knife cuts through my soul
i send up a sigh to the skies

people say that an unborn child goes straight to heaven



Anonymous Anonymous said...


-- kuniyammay

July 21, 2005 2:09 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey u jimmy

got tht as an email from u...dint know u guys were posting on the blogspot...awesome ....good fun reading ....

July 21, 2005 3:05 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice one jimmy :-) - megha

July 21, 2005 10:50 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

shooshaa also wrote a poem looking at this one....vil post it soon....its quite funny....
well atleast HE thinks he can write poetry....

-- Kuniyammae

July 22, 2005 6:40 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

aiyyo.... no no karuna...dont post that on the blog...the readers dont deserve such cruel punishment for visiting this site.....:-D megha

July 22, 2005 9:22 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


July 22, 2005 11:08 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

actually, that was...huh??

July 22, 2005 11:09 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

is that huh?? to the post...or to our conversation?

megha - shhhhhhhhhhhhh :D

-- kuniyammay

July 23, 2005 8:39 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

intense jimmy..very intense. But honestly i cant stand poetry. So sunil DONT!!!

July 23, 2005 11:50 am  
Anonymous jimmy said...

hey manoj,
poetry is supposed to be read with your legs up, a cuppa fluid and your backside resting happily on terra firma... maybe that would help... so sunil please go ahead and write and don't let creatively challenged folks b(l)og you down

July 24, 2005 9:07 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

(by The Poet)

It was not dark
It was not bright
I sat alone in wonder

All that I saw was new
Not a sight warm to my eye
Not a speck igniting my mind
All around me strangers
I felt alone

And when I felt that
I felt scared

I made not a change to all this
Not a word i spoke
A thought I thought
would ever touch that around me
I did not matter
And that scared me

This is not home
Yes, my home had the mountains,
The river, the trees, the chirps
But back at home
They were somehow warm
More real

Here they seem an illusion
Lifeless, devoid of thought

Not a sight warm to my eye
Not a speck igniting my mind

And when i felt that
I felt I wanted to write

The poet I am, i began
I looked around me, and i smiled

The mountain
The river, the trees, the chirps
Are alien to me, I wrote
I, a stranger
Out of place, out of home

And when i wrote this
I suddenly felt

I stopped to look around
At the strangers

Only now, every sight warm to my eye
every speck burning my mind

And i laughed
Like a child

For I was home.

I, a poet
The poem, my home!

July 24, 2005 11:15 pm  
Blogger parody said...


August 23, 2005 2:13 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Impressive Jimmy!
Never knew you've such a creative streak on the Literary side too..

Empty Spaces

In my mind,
If i go far enough
I can see

Empty spaces...

No wires or cables,
To cut across my thoughts.
No dug up roads with signboards,
Offer me directions and choices.

In my mind,
If i stay long enough
I can feel

The empty spaces...

No promises reverberate against ceilings.
No doors that keep closing.
Making me lose all hope in life.

In my mind
All i have, are
Empty spaces...

I am not lost..............

-- dEvil

September 15, 2005 5:30 pm  
Blogger Priyadarshini said...

hey yur plays have been realllllly awesome...... i am interested in joining your group

March 04, 2006 7:46 pm  

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