Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....) (angiasaa) wrote,
Angirasa Acharya (aka Jim....)
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Plotting Mysteries

I sign up one day with FullHyderabad.com around the time it had just started up.

I wandered aimlessly for a while, and one day, happened to come across the blog space.

One of the featured blogs that day was one owned by a certain "Bitch from Hell" (aka 'Inez Serrano').  Inquisitive as I naturally seem to be, I wandered in and read the latest post.  Fancy this, the latest post had some poetry.  :)  What evil luck right?
Well, I replied to her post with a little poem of my own....  Unless she did a search for my name on google, she'd never know who it was who commented on her journal.  :)  Kinda makes me feel pleased with myself.  Brought a little mystery into someones life, most likely, a life as bland as, or worse than mine..  :o)

I was looking up angiasaa on google today, and I stumbled upon the article and recollected a memory I'd forgotten.  :)  Sometimes, we forget the little joys of our past, when sometimes, they're all that can pull us through our present.

Here's the poem I wrote:


Flutter aloft, into warm sunlight,
    Youth and Joy should bubble anew.
For thoughts and opinions should value my plight,
    Wise nor foolish men, in the end bid us adue.

For words that gathered upon in madness,
    Like a tooth to a topping, a nasty bite,
People in voids, revel in sadness,
    Daft and daunting, just beyond sight.

Glittering in flashes, a sparkling fluid,
    Approaching awestruck and indefinitely lost,
For lies there a danger, past any druid,
    Careful be ye, and weary of cost.

Touching with sight, a civilization unknown,
    To see through sorrow, and graze upon blades,
Of greener pastures, unlike dry bone,
    We long to flee them everglades.

Of sorrow awash with flushes of scarlet,
    where voices arise in shades a'splayed.
No innocence might wander afore of the starlit
    paths that meander under light and shade.


If you'd like to read herthe poem as well, here's the link!

Have fun!  :o)
Tags: evil, life, naughty, past
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