Nameless Fameless

Me My Ma doesn’t seem to respond me well Not well enough to identify me in her eye My Pa keeps reminding me of my values I just crossed a decade in my life Roll no. 3, Academic Topper, Naughty lil girl Some synonyms my teachers gift me Idiot and nonsense gifted by some others Though I just happen to be me Just me The unlucky year arrives Arrives with it maturity “You’re a big girl now” my parent reminds Reminds me of my purity Active, Jolly, Committed I play different roles in my life Life to me as a Student Life to be still a Child My me welcomes a new company Her name seems to be Teen Arrives with her some designations Which happens to be gifted to me? Cell-freak, psycho, stout and chatter Best friend, Girl Friend, “Cute” and bitter Me goes hunting to hither and thither In search of a so called “my character” Of me being a standard ten learner Of me being the school orator ...

Bustle and hustle beeps and bombs of the silent skies which cries in my eyes like lighted lamp with the breaded vamp of the clock strikes eleven oh me the heaven will sleep soon let me hear it again nomadic views transperent hues birdly crows vows and hows of being that man or woman in the car of drenched wet seats like messed up beats joyous highs mented minds of burned ashes smoke and dark yes thats not the limped packet of cookies i choose with milked acid of white plain dark skinned men and the purple haze and the blue star gaze between the sheets shifting breaths mumbled jumbles of go-bye bus meanwhile hush drops down shadow no mere window black pitch swan ditch donkey yes thats true my dreams being able to miss and miss you. - saswati barat 12th nov 2008

i wonder why it feels like a raining sky as if the world is wet no not with tears with happiness.. i wonder why it feels the dark sky gushes out its deepest purple sworing the moon like the best of pearls as if it is not the queen but with her order - the most precious of all .. that wonders may be the gleamy pearlish light sooths my eye to make me happy and cry tears of joy .. nature bestows those flowers that smell of the happy hours of the day and night i wonder why i always am within those open windows being softened by the harsh cold things of life and warmed by the hands of those who i really care and love and protect green leaves orange umbrella red candy kindling blue of that last candle i have to save for my candle-lit dinner my wonders keep wondering i really wonder how - saswati barat Saturday, November 01,

i don't want to wake up and see the mornign sky i don't want to stand alone in that crowded lane i don't want to breath again that sweet breath of yours i want to die die and fade away u wanted to fade away too right ? with u and urself i want to with all that i have with all that we had i hate u i wont forgive u u hurt me like the morning hurts the last hopes of darkness like the july rain hurts the hard soil like the butterfly hurts the soft petals why ? why is it that i have to suffer each and every time that trust trust of being with u trust of being urs how could u break it break it into pieces shattered and smashed it so badly please just leave me i cannot take this it hurts the morning sky the blue rays the green drops i hate it i wanna live again please i want to live it i may not be aware of ur favourite color i may not be aware of ur favourite tune i may not be that pretty petal everyone seeks i am sorry please i beg u - saswati barat 25th october 2008

will u keep a secret like the stars of the sky will u keep my heart with u like the bee in the hive will u please tell me why oh i feel like i have been intoxicated with that touch in ur hands like i feel in the stands when u pass me by oh that golden smile will u please keep a secret like me tellin u to be not like me again and again yes i feel being intoxicated do u know when i go the morning stars tell me that oh yes u wud know coz u keep my secrets oh yes

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What is this melodious feeling? Like butterflies and purple flies Benched upon the coloured Umbrella? Messing up the morning hair to make it messier Or Even weaving a sock which has 2 different tones Butterfly dreams Wet mornings Dropped window panes Moisten lips with the tip of the tongue Hiding your face from the fellow passer byes To make that peck on the mouthpiece for that special someone Unshaped round pebbles Good to try Chocolate Popsicle Berried bun Moonlit candles to make a bit sour soup than expected Some mistakes which do make u really happy Content Jealous at times To give that tingling affection Exactly between your heart and lungs At times like the evening breathe of wind Slowly passing bye To make u feel cold and cared Dummy head Sweet little cutie pie Closed cupboards that have keys stuck at the holes Honey dropping from the hives Open shoelace but ...

pain .. what is this pain ?? this burning drowning pain as if the ocean is on fire . as if the wind has stopped as if vaccum has egulfed pain of sharp teeths in my chest of rough hands that used to be once soft so soft that i wouldn leave them thats why i had plastered my hands with those but now i cant remove it. . it pains .. those rugged hands i wish they would turn back to "normal" normal .. i wonder what is this normal is it like normal water air sound music or breath even .. inhale and exhale the poisons of life the pains of life the destiny it holds for me the promises i had painfully - Nameless Fameless 24th oct 2008

wanting something dusn get u .. i have learnt that lesson long back being a grasshopper in the grass may be dusn earn u the fame heart u say .. feels like throbbing it out... at times i dont get the ways things work at times feels things work the ways i want strange thing is i never felt that i ever lived .. may be tommorow a new day a new world new friends but why does it pain to leave behind that is old not talkin about those golds and chumkis which wanna be with me i am talkin about those broken pieces of bangles .. who dont or is that i see them like broken .. u know i tried so hard to put them back i heard time heals things. . it never heald. . like a flood which already had engulfed the barriers .. like a dam having so many small holes that it wont break .. but neither it would stop did u see the sky this morning ? how did it look ? sweet ? blue ? dark ? i cant remember the last time i had the courage to look straight into the eyes .. but its not that i lack it .. nor even regret...

now .. when was the last time u noticed me may be in the park walking with a pink hat on me .. or was it on that day .. remember . raining .. u and me .. i laugh at times relaising how childish this play is of being honest from heart .. i wonder how it looks .. "PINK HEART" yes yes i know u are thinkin about love i have to admit i was always on those rows of being able to touch to smell to kiss and to feel the roses of ur cheeks and gently river the smile of ur mind its been a while hasn't it of us being the stars of the sky ? and nonchalantly playing that game yes yes . that game .. dont telme u don remember ,of those lovely hearts n dimsim lights and grass and pathways ... i felt my lips twich . could have been a smile. . dont know .. may be u could .. may be - saswati barat 23rd oct 2008

the touch of the smile .. the score of the lips .. the light of the eyes .. the heart beat slips .. something so pure .. so clear .. so clean something so cosmicly beastly scene to hurt to heal to high to have to know the truth of the blood which flows and have again the touch of the smile .. the score of the lips .. the light of the eyes .. and the heart beat slips .... Saswati Barat 1:41 am march 22nd , 2008

crypted crypted in the shadows of being My self crypted in the humble world of Disaster crypted in the minds of many Enemies i claim myself CRYPTED down the streaming sky i write my words high and slowly see them Crawling back to the earth like a free bird in a golden cage ! crypted by them who wish for my failure crypted by them who want me to Loose crypted by them who never fail to stab back ! living between the shadows - of both love and lust of pockets full of blood and yet warmth of those who care and dont i find myself crypted - saswati(nameless fameless)

Gibirish i write on this day of the 7th of october '07 thank you i am honoured for being patient enough relatively monsier, can u tell me why are u reading such a meaningless thing ? only because it has been given to you ? is it that are you forced to do so ? or at ur will .. yes yes i can understand how dare can someone do something without your will after all . humans are the super beings ! or is it ? and u little child .. y do u read dis piece of gibirish? in ur syllabi ? or is it ur parents said .. read my child ? y do u do so ? sumthin u not wish to ? humans huh ?? super beings ?? well well creativity is simplicity .. no bill clinton doesnt say so i do .. who i ?? i am human .. yes a human .. remember ? super being ?? if life could be traced like this , in a candle path of molten rods and stoned wind .. can u say why i write it at all ? no u cant how can u .. how many treat u as u are .. rather as u want to be ? how many let u be urself. . yes we have huge philosophies huge p...

in pieces of solitude and destiny i try to find a piece of peace peace of mind and soul peace of being solitary insanity never rules can never dream be the true identity ? i seek to pieces pieces of peace love and hatred coincide where i can claim i am not insane yes i am bad worse than the worst human planet earth can offer in this stinking drain whose lives come and by and buy authority speaks louder than power hatred is power greed and ambitions love is authority want to love those loved ones and care i am insane may be people say so but who cares !! pieces of peace in a jumble placing them in order can u see why i cry noh !! u cant ! who cares ! i do ! u do ! we do ! humans huh !! .. a word so lustfully meaningless humanity dreams and dreaming dreaming till yet whatever who cares !!! - saswati (nameless fameless)