Words
Author
: Gaurav Vartak
Blog
: Poems over prose
Date
: 6/18/2012 6:54:00 PM
'Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. - Ruyard KiplingWordsthey captivate,titillate beyond anythingever perceived through eyesmortal, divine. A lifetime’s beatitudeencapsulated eternally amongst a s(...)'
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Lost 2
Author
: Gaurav Vartak
Blog
: Poems over prose
Date
: 3/28/2012 5:04:00 PM
'Wandering through those labyrinths of mind,where paths to hope ever seem to rescind.No warmth there is only unfriendly frost.Just one voice uttering, ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’No respite in view, just overpowering despair,walls falling apart in a state of disrepair.Hope seeping through when you need it the most,leaving behind voices, ‘I’m lost! I’m lost!’The veil of mists immobilizing all thought,you crave for peace knowing it’s neither bargained nor boughtPiercing the mist are words you(...)'
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Hope
Author
: Gaurav Vartak
Blog
: Poems over prose
Date
: 2/3/2012 10:16:00 AM
' Remember Red, hope isa good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.- (...)'
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To Goa
Author
: Gaurav Vartak
Blog
: Poems over prose
Date
: 1/16/2012 2:36:00 PM
'Goa – probably the most sought after destination in Indiawhen it comes to vacationing, this place holds special significance for manypeople for many different reasons. For some people, it’s a place to enjoy somerepose and get away from the stressful and hectic everyday life; for some it’s someplacewhere you can party without any inhibitions; a chance to see a differentculture for some; whereas a religious and spiritual destination for others. There are many who must have glorified G(...)'
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Time
Author
: Gaurav Vartak
Blog
: Poems over prose
Date
: 1/9/2012 1:19:00 PM
'Under the bright blue sky, I lolled watching the clouds float by.Wandering amongst countless thoughts, wondering why,O why is it that time does fly?Amid the droll existence of life,hour after hour of misery and strife.To just one question we eventually arrive,O why is it that time does fly?Ill thoughts we think and curses we shout,jealousy, anger, and spite rearing their ugly mouth.Too late it is when you begin to doubt,O why is it that time does fly?Demons in head, reflecting thoug(...)'
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