tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33971808655303529502024-03-05T17:39:26.896-08:00And there was love !!!Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-43910585166493160392008-01-07T22:28:00.000-08:002008-01-07T22:32:43.712-08:00Felt it ??<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I smiled.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Thinking of nothing, I simply smiled</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Not withstanding a cheer, nothing to hide</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A feeling of happiness rising, slowly, deep within</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Absolute silence, pure, sweet, none of the din</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I blushed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> For no reason, I just blushed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> All my woes, worries, down flushed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Nonchalant, I was, looking nowhere</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Breathing softly, smelling the very air</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I blinked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Wondering at myself, I dreamily blinked</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Through my mind, my heart, the feeling linked</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> My body and soul, to a dimension so other</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> To hold them, no bound, no rope, no tether</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I felt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> As my lips curled, I slowly felt</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> As I gave away, my existence knelt</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Before that force, so strong, yet unknown</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> But still called, chided, as a word commonly known</span></span>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-2781227342124964932007-12-18T21:29:00.000-08:002007-12-18T21:34:34.914-08:00Serpentine<p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Hiss.. Hiss..<o:p></o:p><br />A slither, a kiss<o:p></o:p><br />As he crept, underneath that silver<o:p></o:p><br />Wind rushing, sober and over<o:p></o:p><br />An endless seam of leaves and light<o:p></o:p><br />A squeal, a swoosh, the owl took flight<o:p></o:p><br />And there beneath the tree, she waited<o:p></o:p><br />With her poise, breath bated<o:p></o:p><br />She shone, dark, soft, slimy<o:p></o:p><br />Gasped, stunned by her beauty was he<o:p></o:p><br />And swiftly, quickened his pace<o:p></o:p><br />Struck by her looks, her grace<o:p></o:p><br />Overcoming every leaf, every sliver<o:p></o:p><br />He would, wait, gasp and slither<o:p></o:p><br />And to end that endless wait<o:p></o:p><br />He stood, hood spread, at her gate<o:p></o:p><br />She saw, her eyes gleamed, hissed<o:p></o:p><br />Stoned was he, for he missed<o:p></o:p><br />Her sense, angst, as late he was<o:p></o:p><br />She turned, delved without a pause<o:p></o:p><br />Into their haven, below the tree<o:p></o:p><br />He was alone, in this hour of wee<o:p></o:p><br />And as unexpected would it seem<o:p></o:p><br />Not in thoughts, not in dream<o:p></o:p><br />Came from nowhere, a mighty kite<o:p></o:p><br />Pricked him, and took another flight<o:p></o:p><br />Caught in the midst of toxic love and shock<o:p></o:p><br />He fumbled, fret, but found no way to flock<o:p></o:p><br />His strength, his will, for he was blown<o:p></o:p><br />By this force so evil, so unknown<o:p></o:p><br />And as his breath slowed, as the blood drained<o:p></o:p><br />The wind went still, he went still, earth stained<o:p></o:p><br />Then she came, with forgiveness in her eyes<o:p></o:p><br />They turned red, boiling, spotting where he lies<o:p></o:p><br />Bloodshot, she fumed, her fork unstable<o:p></o:p><br />Sparkled her fangs, control herself, she wasn’t able<o:p></o:p><br />For a moment, it seemed, everything froze<o:p></o:p><br />And then she leapt, as her anger rose<o:p></o:p><br />So did the kite, and leaped down mid flight<o:p></o:p><br />Pecked on her, to her left, to her right<o:p></o:p><br />She waited for this, for she was ready<o:p></o:p><br />Took her moment, when the kite was unsteady<o:p></o:p><br />Flicked her tongue, and pierced her fangs in<o:p></o:p><br />Screeched into the night, paying for his sin<o:p></o:p><br />The kite smote her more, in all, in his rage<o:p></o:p><br />And tumbled to a side, concluding his age<o:p></o:p><br />Could not live for more, not even a moment<o:p></o:p><br />And she remained, mortally wound, to lament<o:p></o:p><br />She picked up all she was, all she could<o:p></o:p><br />Wished to love him more, oh how she would<o:p></o:p><br />Slithered down the strains, her blood dropped on his<o:p></o:p><br />She calmed down on him, perfecting a simple bliss<o:p></o:p><br />To die with him, him, whom she loved<o:p></o:p><br />She lay on him, all bruised, all roughed<o:p></o:p><br />And again as wind blew, on this night of Nov<o:p></o:p><br />Lay there, two long beings, bound by their love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-11555201854176093602007-12-10T23:27:00.001-08:002008-01-29T01:31:34.623-08:00Trekking into sedentary lives : Volume 1<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><st1:time minute="30" hour="18"><span style="">6:30</span></st1:time></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> on a winter morning, the time one loves the most to be cuddled up beneath layers of wool and sheet. The time, when nothing can actually shake you off that cozy and warm comfort. Well, not exactly nothing. The irritating ring of your cell phone surely does.</span> <o:p> </o:p></span><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Too much of exaggeration there and I forgive myself for the same. Continuing on my tale of our day-long endeavor, it was Uma’s call that woke me up from my winter morning d</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ream. Time to get ready.</span><span style="font-size:100%;">7:00 AM and we are in an auto rushing through the unexpected chill in</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Pune towards o</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ur next team </span><span style="font-size:100%;">member (Emily), hampering down on our cell phones trying to reach out to our other team member (</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ayan), who in fact, was blissfully unaware of our state.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7EUZQjLFkT9KJf3lMv8JFRPszqTISUpsRxB1rUN9soxn0euyEayGQbpvULg0joUJwYZlHaBj_riM1rI9S5-L38ArLeO5WqnfigBzDig8WNh37V6ylZ_Ybn5sgPlYjS3eOmCgIdcvDLs/s1600-h/Train.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7EUZQjLFkT9KJf3lMv8JFRPszqTISUpsRxB1rUN9soxn0euyEayGQbpvULg0joUJwYZlHaBj_riM1rI9S5-L38ArLeO5WqnfigBzDig8WNh37V6ylZ_Ybn5sgPlYjS3eOmCgIdcvDLs/s320/Train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146632483032818" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Not torturing you through with how who met whom at what time and blah blah blah, we all were boarded on the 8:00 AM Local to Lonavla as they w</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ould call it. Hmm…</span><span style="font-size:100%;">Local trains… Whatt</span><span style="font-size:100%;">-</span><span style="font-size:100%;">a-charm…. Guess not.</span> </p><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As they say, Indians are the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">greatest consultants in the world, who never stop gi</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ving </span><span style="font-size:100%;">endless advises and solutions to others’ problems in spi</span><span style="font-size:100%;">te of t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">hemselves drowning deep down in worries of unlimited extent. And if they don’t say, hmm..., I do. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">But for this very nature of a fellow traveler th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">at our </span><span style="font-size:100%;">day turned out </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to be not at all what we expected. (Not that we had any expectations at all). Well, as he said, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">“ I work in Lonavla, why the hell are you going there at this point of time. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">All you’ll </span><span style="font-size:100%;">get is <i style="">chikkis</i>. And nothing that one would otherwise go to Lonavla for. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Better go to Malavali.” Well, reluctant initially, we did start listening to him though. And as he explained, Malavli was the station before Lonavla where you have a choice to go to two different caves – the Bhaje & the Kar</span><span style="font-size:100%;">la. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">And so we drastically reformed our plan, dropped out of the train at Mal</span><span style="font-size:100%;">avli, crossed over atop the Mumbai-Pune-expressway and started off towards the </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="">Bhaje</span></st1:placename><span style=""> </span><st1:placetype><span style="">Caves</span></st1:placetype></st1:place></span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span></div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZ0sVHsXbua2sXB2FtSZ_8GzscFm7w0BqD1IwP7EjYZLK04IVEU9zcK6T7Q_0TR96JER3J-Ha-Vu1v1WU4tLYGzI5pJf0qsna85t8H4sLNeS_p_iOc50nUtTnK6h-cxCFn7Md4liRiso/s1600-h/The+Bridge.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33pftbnad_q5zshjY6jKdb5NqxtUJ26DwTK5fguYRgjodve88wUhQOc_HTOsPjGo4zdZbW0iuNI5qYtCcpB3ummFs3ZQA1ciLwykyGRdGhgixmMI5LOZD04SHTY8g215nzprzuxfxwtI/s1600-h/begin.JPG"><br /></a></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnggBnj2q2P5yFbc80t5gsn3KiNbaxLtJZ0MAFZ_jeCIGel7uwPGW_3_UvswLNCXctlad_lXSbZbHQLy-zQhHAZtwdJg7U-GkOdzxIKXM7W_NKUgcaLkUzpK4fQQNdlsLx7Sj9nK6CeZQ/s1600-h/begin.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnggBnj2q2P5yFbc80t5gsn3KiNbaxLtJZ0MAFZ_jeCIGel7uwPGW_3_UvswLNCXctlad_lXSbZbHQLy-zQhHAZtwdJg7U-GkOdzxIKXM7W_NKUgcaLkUzpK4fQQNdlsLx7Sj9nK6CeZQ/s320/begin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143148831506288418" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">With a 2km trailing road, hardly a few houses and</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> less than </span><span style="font-size:100%;">10-</span><span style="font-size:100%;">15 folks coming in our way, we reached the base and started our climb. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Mind you, I had not</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> climbed even a hillock</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, leave a mountain,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> for the past 4</span><span style="font-size:100%;">-5 years.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> And after the wonderful food and sedentary life for the last 6</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> months, this indeed, was a BREAK.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Not counting the ‘n’ number of times we stopped while climbing up, we stopped for the ti</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ckets with the wonderful notice of … ahem… preferential treatment for being an Indian.<br /></span><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPUMMRNdP-lMGPjhQ2shrVE4Km75RuFuWoh9kA8zbjt36aR5jT9IThAVmtpCPQErhf_NClHlVl63WPz1XtpBNWAQpHEhpNAehBgficrDw23hI10mj5_axXKkQ_so5QaTWVbbE9fTNMlU/s1600-h/notice.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkPUMMRNdP-lMGPjhQ2shrVE4Km75RuFuWoh9kA8zbjt36aR5jT9IThAVmtpCPQErhf_NClHlVl63WPz1XtpBNWAQpHEhpNAehBgficrDw23hI10mj5_axXKkQ_so5QaTWVbbE9fTNMlU/s320/notice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143151533040717618" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyways, so walking, climbing, sitting, waiting, d</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rinking, huffing, gasping, awing, and loafing, we finally reached the Bhaje Caves.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3knEgJaeUze_7Orv_kAnu3lmU5CORCrZI66NkGzFx_WKx2NQfoDaikuRWDEZkqWa_AWec6paRRUdVSMpsKVmUZBqr9n5wfBQfnIovgGhQPsChvJyX9NmCqIm9fObFsw3Jc8_fe7Vz7J0/s1600-h/enroute+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3knEgJaeUze_7Orv_kAnu3lmU5CORCrZI66NkGzFx_WKx2NQfoDaikuRWDEZkqWa_AWec6paRRUdVSMpsKVmUZBqr9n5wfBQfnIovgGhQPsChvJyX9NmCqIm9fObFsw3Jc8_fe7Vz7J0/s200/enroute+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143154775741026130" border="0" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All this while we thought it was called the Buddha Leni. Whereas it is now that I come to know that it is not simply Leni but Pandavleni Caves - a group of about 20 caves in this region, that is central Maharashtra. Well, some history lesson. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Carrying forward with my story, my journey rather, what we saw in t</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">he Bhaje caves was beauty. Beauty, silent and serene and stoned in… Sorry, my mistake, stoned out into our eyes, out of the mountain rocks, speaking a story, speaking about a time, over 2000 years ago. The moment we looked at t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">he caves, we were struck by their beauty, their intricacy and their logic. They were not just some structures but were built with a purpose. And we kept trying to look into them and give reasoning to the way they had been built. A set of rooms, perfectly matching our hostel rooms, with stone bed, stone shelf and a place in the wall to keep a lamp. Water tanks etched out of the mountains on the outer walls of the caves suggested of the efficient engineering skills that the workers would have had then. Who could believe that the way those tanks had been carved was to trap the water flowing over the rocks in a way that it provided for minimum evaporation thus storing the water.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-SYIe46Kvo7r8IvTcFOKbkIW-7CXEpPp6NmMF05afrkXjIsbXfs0kqpska6QXBiG8doVNWHGtdONhyp_rEXA7uaq5IwhisD7XVYBX4llT_iZR1jG7NjKldhC8u-6LnxCuU5iea4vF-A/s1600-h/bhaje+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-SYIe46Kvo7r8IvTcFOKbkIW-7CXEpPp6NmMF05afrkXjIsbXfs0kqpska6QXBiG8doVNWHGtdONhyp_rEXA7uaq5IwhisD7XVYBX4llT_iZR1jG7NjKldhC8u-6LnxCuU5iea4vF-A/s320/bhaje+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143156455073238882" border="0" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OqqcG5U4zdr8bucwdf-F8BYywgvTZxjdmK_cM8pydLhyoqSioPY79tyXHKRu_soIZqQo3Ziq80eL2Nzxck4RSV5YFlC4xwPwScYQFWVNo4meo-g6sJGDetVmHb3747Y87LKfLnYrVIs/s1600-h/bhaje+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OqqcG5U4zdr8bucwdf-F8BYywgvTZxjdmK_cM8pydLhyoqSioPY79tyXHKRu_soIZqQo3Ziq80eL2Nzxck4RSV5YFlC4xwPwScYQFWVNo4meo-g6sJGDetVmHb3747Y87LKfLnYrVIs/s320/bhaje+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143157331246567282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn2N4mMee8_Mfcf1yvJhkIEFGjZfFdNbOgFOTm0s7cHzerTQ856TwzF_bguZQEZbr6UjY7gm8X2GVw60s6CjiKzfRi3lvlxVRWmVARnURiT9sP8U0Us26upuQfOd2M_UQEkWYzmsJEDE/s1600-h/bhaje+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn2N4mMee8_Mfcf1yvJhkIEFGjZfFdNbOgFOTm0s7cHzerTQ856TwzF_bguZQEZbr6UjY7gm8X2GVw60s6CjiKzfRi3lvlxVRWmVARnURiT9sP8U0Us26upuQfOd2M_UQEkWYzmsJEDE/s320/bhaje+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143158478002835330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHRMUyuO7xv012BtB2Tu2QxKz_VYFXa-rOQav6JKVcsq2X6qp4K_1VMHu3nAxx67fg1MBOvXiInsNobCl7T11WTuzUkvaA6pg0YrOSgPihpzws64glsDTfIGIqTloZS_CKOOd813FyHI/s1600-h/bhaje+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHRMUyuO7xv012BtB2Tu2QxKz_VYFXa-rOQav6JKVcsq2X6qp4K_1VMHu3nAxx67fg1MBOvXiInsNobCl7T11WTuzUkvaA6pg0YrOSgPihpzws64glsDTfIGIqTloZS_CKOOd813FyHI/s320/bhaje+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143159573219495826" border="0" /></a></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicujBg9Qrj4_38RaTQsbDrahDE_4DuZQ6q8slLVR6POVnVLhng1ZLA9iEr6kvdkfxFOQXd5z3dB3FE6HBlJaFKz3DzXM5g8TUIiqKGennLwSmCQG-7CTBNTTDZFB8gj1oBYckDlmYNQ-U/s1600-h/bhaje+5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicujBg9Qrj4_38RaTQsbDrahDE_4DuZQ6q8slLVR6POVnVLhng1ZLA9iEr6kvdkfxFOQXd5z3dB3FE6HBlJaFKz3DzXM5g8TUIiqKGennLwSmCQG-7CTBNTTDZFB8gj1oBYckDlmYNQ-U/s320/bhaje+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143160406443151266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="">And what we had to our back was a scene worth reminiscing. A grand view of a land dotted with mountains and ranges. And then the path ahead to Karla….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-19304198445083564392007-11-26T01:11:00.000-08:002007-11-26T01:15:30.239-08:00Wish it'd be trueThe sun, moon and stars, they sway<br />As they come, in my way<br />My way across the multi-verses<br />To find love and caress<br />As i fly, from my abode<br />No wish to stop on this tiring road<br />Wind, unwind across the seas<br />Of Solar dust and bliss<br />And then i open my sleepy eyes<br />To her face, there she lies<br />That lovely face, so round n soft<br />Pure, light aloft<br />I think and i pray as i see<br />For this lovely gift, to the almighty<br />No thing, no wish could compare in price<br />So sweet and nice<br />I look at you, and bother not<br />All my fears, tears forgot<br />With you i feel, I am free<br />Ma, be with me<br />To picture you, and sing this song<br />Feel the rhythm ,and sing it along<br />Wish, i'd freeze this moment with you<br />Be it true<br /><br />I saw Beowulf a day before, listened to those songs in that movie - Gently As She Goes and A Hero Comes Home - was too much for me to get inspired and write for my mom.. :-)Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-3200519953302682012007-11-12T23:06:00.000-08:002007-11-12T23:36:22.690-08:00To fly, free and me...All I need is to be free,<br />Soaring through the worlds on a flying spree<br />Flapping my tiny little wings<br />Facing all the winds' mood swings<br />Hiding between the green and yellow<br />Grasslands and forests, both deep and shallow<br />And swiftly brush against the wet moss dew<br />Be happy being one of those few<br />To know what is true and real<br />To know how it would feel<br />All I need is to be me<br />Not the tiniest of dirt to see<br />Feel myself, feel true, feel pure<br />Treasure every smile, for sure<br />Disregard and fight every tear<br />Move over the moments i fear<br />Feel safe, feel firm, feel strong<br />Do no bad, no wrong<br />And let the good flow through me<br />Let myself be what i'd beBrîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-74108481513901099362007-10-21T10:46:00.000-07:002007-10-21T10:47:51.840-07:00LOVE !!!Do you think<br />Is love a crime<br />Whilst we all<br />Perform a mime<br />When mouths are shut<br />And eyes do speak<br />And feelings are not<br />Weak and bleak<br />In this state<br />Of higher being<br />We do laugh<br />And we do sing<br />We do care<br />And we do bear<br />And in all hopes<br />We do swear<br />To behold the spark<br />From the start<br />That’s kindled<br />In our heart<br />Love is serene<br />Love is pure<br />Love is above all<br />That’s for sure<br />Then why on earth<br />Do we have to fear<br />About things that are<br />Far from dear<br />Things of hatred<br />That come to war<br />With the forces of love<br />And to mar<br />A world so fine<br />A world so nice<br />A world devoid of<br />All malice<br />The world of love<br />As I see<br />So soft so smooth<br />And so free<br />Where we speak<br />But use no words<br />Where we think<br />Only of Gods<br />Of Goddesses<br />Who share the power<br />To love the beings<br />And to shower<br />Love unperturbed<br />Love undivided<br />Love so strong<br />Love unchided<br />The world of beauty<br />The world of joy<br />Where everyone’s free<br />Free of all coy<br />The touch of tenderness<br />That sends a shock<br />That causes lovers<br />To love and flock<br />A kiss so sweet<br />A blush so lame<br />Beloved’s delight<br />And a lover’s aim<br />And dare I say<br />As people would<br />It’s infatuation<br />Not to be rude<br />But they’re wrong<br />All of them<br />They don’t know<br />That love’s a gem<br />That’s been from the<br />Past and the ages<br />That’s been worshipped<br />By saints and sages<br />That stands in itself<br />Even today<br />To fight them all<br />In its way<br />They who don’t know<br />What it is<br />The source of joy<br />The source of bliss<br />When one’s not<br />What is one<br />But in fact<br />It is someone<br />Else who gains<br />Superiority over us<br />Selflessly we care for<br />And it is thus<br />We’re not ourselves<br />Not anymore<br />For we love someone<br />From our core<br />Our heart is fast<br />And pulse is slow<br />Where body is slump<br />And fast is mind’s flow<br />As it is love<br />Maybe sometimes blind<br />And that is what<br />Affects our kind<br />We’re not focused<br />At times I see<br />That comes to the<br />Haters’ glee<br />This is not what<br />Is my wish<br />Let the wind<br />Come with a swish<br />Let the nature<br />Find its way<br />We have to love<br />And them to pay<br />For their deeds<br />They’ve done<br />We’ll live and love for<br />That war would’ve been won<br /><br />And thus would have been established the KINGDOM OF LOVE in all its sense and genuinity………Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-8491366285612254012007-10-21T10:43:00.000-07:002007-11-25T10:21:50.379-08:00My Family....<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In the sun, in the stars</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">On Saturn and on Mars</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As I glide and as I go</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With the sweep, with the flow</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Through the white, through the dark</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With remorse and with a spark</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Of a never ending hope</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With a dream, with a scope</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Of getting what I yearn</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To receive and to learn</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The source of the good</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Of the mind and its food</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">That the cosmos has inspired</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The fire that has been fired</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">That glows amidst all gloom</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For the flowers of life to bloom</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And I get and yes I get</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In the joy not do I fret</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For its amazing what I see</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In this world what a family?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Where diversity acclaimed, is of its members</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Who burn and glow like the embers</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Spreading the fire of love and joy</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Bereft of harshness and of coy</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To carry the torch of gaiety, aflame</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And I know they’re all the fame</p>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-27063518772229621662007-09-05T06:58:00.000-07:002007-09-05T06:59:14.634-07:00Forever...I saw and i wondered why<br />The grass was green, blue was the sky<br />The rise of sun, was it a boon<br />The silvery river, source was the moon<br />creepy nights and the wispy fog<br />Fresh morning dew drops on a wet log<br />Ricketty crickets, colourful butterflies<br />A sweet song, the wind cries<br />Carrying in it, call from a mother<br />To those, who dont care, dont bother<br />A mother so old, yet incarnates beauty<br />Calls her children, once who swore fielty<br />To love and live, in her shadows<br />Golden grasslands, ever green meadows<br />Unfathomable forests, sweet streams<br />A world of colours, a world of dreams<br /><br />She cries, She wails, to no avail<br />Her children unbothered, hearty n hale<br />Lost in a world,supposedly their own<br />Seemingly lost, consequences not known<br />They fight, they kill, life of all kind<br />No more they have, no heart, no mind<br />Greed n lust, power is wht rules<br />Plundering this paradise like fools<br />Butchering the mother, bit by bit<br />Till no one's left, no saint, no git<br />A dark shadow, i can see it loom<br />Feeding on happiness, spreading all gloom<br />Throwing us all, back to the past<br />It won't stop, if we dont act fast<br />Stop this madness, being wreckless as never<br />Else our mother, will be lost foreverBrîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-30630324286888175182007-08-27T22:09:00.000-07:002007-08-27T22:57:45.379-07:00Dunno What It Was !!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As i wept beneath the starry sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As no one cud hear or see me cry</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The air, the wind, the leaves though moved</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The insides of me, grief within, grooved</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No means can i find to convey my loss</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No song, no letter, no beer gloss</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But then i saw</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With an open jaw</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Right above me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A miracle to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Up above, from the sky it fell<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As it caused my heart to swell</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With a feeling unknown</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A touch so dear, i cud own</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The star of life, the star of love</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As sweet as honey, as soft as dove</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There right there, it stood</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A fairy, glowing under a hood</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She was my life, i knew</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like bread and jam, honey and dew<br /><br /><br />Well there actually were two more lines, but i thought that can wait for long now... :-)<br />Enjoy !!!<br /></span>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-62613877946616966482007-08-27T12:15:00.000-07:002007-08-27T22:57:10.983-07:00A Sweet Little Gift…<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >As I see in your eyes, so soft, so clear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >A peace that never dries, my love, my dear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Much was awaited, this moment, this time<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Just a glimpse of, your smile, your mime<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >The touch of your skin, so supple, so pure<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >It sends a chill, does frighten, does lure<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >For I feel possessed, by you, your touch<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Drawn to your presence, not enough, not much<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >All I wish is, to feel, to see<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >My darling, with you, to be<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Every worth it is, the longing, the pain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Until this moment, the emptiness, the strain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >As I feel, your air, your presence<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I wholly disregard, all logic, all sense<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >To caress you I have, an urge, a drive<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >But the moment I feel, so timid, so naïve<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >A gift bestowed by, my God, my wife<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >The best of all in, my world, my life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >A smile so priceless, so sweet, so airy<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >My daughter, my child, my little fairy<o:p></o:p></span></p>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397180865530352950.post-81378104508815380082007-08-15T11:13:00.000-07:002007-08-28T10:52:22.498-07:00The Land, The Lore, The Lady...<p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A gust of air, a smell of unmatched kind</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Enchanted, one puts all else behind</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To look into this land, so serene, so pure</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Would leave all gratified for sure</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Ellesmera, the land of life</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">No cries, no sorrow, no war, no strife</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The land inhabited by divine</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Creatures, innumerable, all benign</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Conscious to their very existence</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Beauty unmatched in every sense</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Overwhelming all, it seems, life exists</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">In the very air that one breathes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The rays of the sun on moss laden leaves</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Sparkling little stones, as it heaves</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A new dawn, a new day</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A new hope, keeping all ill at bay</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">All one wishes is to have one’s brethren</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Here, at a place, no more than heaven</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To sing to the glory of nature’s height</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Sing along to all’s delight</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">As wind whistles, as the birds twitter</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Life bites all sour, all bitter</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">As the flowers dance to the tunes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of nature, as if the very runes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of life, are being written</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">At this place, carefully hidden</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">From all, that it excludes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The earthly world, which it deludes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Behold, as I speak of the lore</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Long ago, before the days of yore</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Their lived a race, not elf, not man</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A race extinct, when it all began</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The age that wrought the present day</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">When the <b style=""><i style="">Varya</i></b> had their way</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of flesh, they were fashioned</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">That link with men they rationed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of great power they possessed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">That link with elves they raised</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of beauty, they had unmatched</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">That link with nature they hatched</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A race that purged all evil from this land</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With strength undaunted they had at hand</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But then they swore fealty to nature</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Not to fight being of any stature</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">There was peace as never had been</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">And to behold their legacy, they were keen</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They used their power for all the good</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang to the air, to the water, to the wood</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Their power flowing in their voices</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Upholding the pact of their made choices</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They created this world with wonders</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Their force, here, still lingers</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang to the air, beyond all dreams</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang to water, in one of every streams</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang to the woods, to every tree</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang to all life, all that was free</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With their voices ringing, and love at heart</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They sang their way and made a start</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To create Ellesmera, their homeland</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Where peace resides in every grain of sand</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Thus was born this land of fate</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Where all loved, and none could hate</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But how long was this to prevail</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For there were forces elsewhere, frail</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Frail, yes, but full of malice</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Teeming with all wretched vice</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For long had the <b style=""><i style="">Varya</i></b> been eyed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But with fear, they never tried</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To scourge this land of pure good</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Where stand, no evil could</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Not until a day when they heard of it</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The oath of theirs, not to fight any bit</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Began a strange amassing of army</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">From land, from air, and from the sea</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">As it was, the <b style=""><i style="">Varya</i></b> were unaware</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Busy with their duties and fare</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Within the <b style=""><i style="">Varya</i></b>, lived one</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A lady with elegance matched by none</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With power and strength supreme</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But full of love, that none could dream</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She was but hailed as the mother of all</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She was respected, every rise, every fall</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Songs she sang, so all fare well</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To clean the land, no wicked could dwell</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Lya</b> was her name, tall and fair</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">An aura around her rested, so rare</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Her locks flowed as the softest river</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Her smile was such, that all would revere</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang, from the <b style=""><i style="">Saea </i></b>tree, her lair</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A song a day to the tree, would be her fare</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">In the heart of Ellesmera, lived she</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">From all predicaments was she free</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">And it happened and the day arrived</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With war on them, the <b style=""><i style="">Varya </i></b>strived</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For it was their oath that held them</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">And was soaked with blood Ellesmera’s hem</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The streams was red, the so was the soil</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Powerful yet harmless, they could not foil</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The evil that had befallen on their grounds</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">As death took tolls, rounds, and rounds</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Thus the grace of Ellesmera was lost</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">All this, at such a huge cost</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">The race was butchered, one and all</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But there still was <b style="">Lya</b>, ignorant of her kin’s fall</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For she was lost in her songs, in her world</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But when such unhappy tidings unfurled</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Broken was she, losing all her might</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Enraged was she, ready to fight</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Breaking her oath, she swore to her friend</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Nature, asking her helping hand</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To avenge her kin’s murder</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Wasting no time, no energy to ponder</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">On the consequences that were to follow</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang to every leaf, every grain, and every willow</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang and sang, growing wilder and wilder</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Never had her song been filled with such power</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With her song’s force, the land was alive</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Unimaginably enraged was she and her drive</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">As if there was life in the trees, in the air</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They took the wretched creatures unaware</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Frightened were they seeing her force</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">They had nothing to do, no plan, no course</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She killed them all, one by one </p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang till survived none</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Such rage, such anger she possessed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She wasn’t tired, she wasn’t stressed</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She only wished to hunt and hunt</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Killing them all, she did grunt</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For then she realized what had she done</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">A sin, an act of evil, of extreme form</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Her pain, her regret reached far into her</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Into her mind, her self, growing stronger</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She wept, wiled and walked</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For it was the <b style=""><i style="">Saea, </i></b>she stalked</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She stopped there, dead still</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">And let her voice, her tone fill</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With all her power, her pain she could muster</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Recounting her power to love, to foster</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Around <b style=""><i style="">Saea, </i></b>she spread and wound her arms</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Full of regret, guilty of all harm</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">That she had done to her Nature</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">To prevent an unholy tainted future</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She began her song, the song to mend</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Flowing with the power she wished to send</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Mending the hell that had befallen</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">On Ellesmera, making it all the more sullen</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang and sang, her voice drowning</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">With every note, her power growing</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She cleansed the land, but still didn’t halt</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang and sang, to mend her fault</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She sang, till <b style=""><i style="">Saea</i></b> and she</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Were one, her existence was wee</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Her existence became higher and higher</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Reaching beyond limits, a godly order</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She was one the tree that was her lair</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Thus existence of <b style="">Lya </b>ended, the lady so fair</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">But her song, still rings there</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">In Ellesmera, the land where</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Nobody goes, for the fear they harbor</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">Of pain inflicted on them by <b style="">Lya’s</b> ardor</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For still she lives, in the land</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She has no body, no face, no hand</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She still sings through the winds, the trees</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">In the drops of rain, in the humming of bees</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">For in love and life, whoever believes</p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">She lives, she lives, she lives………..<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal">[Inspired by the Eldest]<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Brîsîngŕ : The Firehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10089534426745781872noreply@blogger.com0