Wednesday, January 30, 2013

For YOU...











We sailed the rough seas in life, Chasing a dream
which seemed within reach, time was cruel n
threw us off board
Swept away by its strong currents.
With shattered dreams,
we drifted apart.
Your friendship eased my pain, Those times we had n
Laughs we shared;
still stays afresh
Like it was yesterday where
It started with a ‘hello there'

But it seems I remind you
of those hard times,
you so long to leave behind.
All my efforts to comfort you Seems to hurt you more
so I leave you here
with a heavy heart, hoping
new friends and time
can bring back those smile;
I still cherish
to remember you by.

by Algo.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Like few THREADS


Lighted tree pathway, green, forest


Now when I think about how I was when I reached twenty, all my life behind was only a vague picture to me then. It was like numerous threads stretched parallel not touching each other leaving gaps which I couldn't connect. I kept on trying, looking back again and again but nothing was clear to me. There were times when I could spot the threads that carried the precious moments of happiness and the ones which carried the saddest moments but when I try to think about them my face got sad and it felt like they were just threads laid apart so apart from my life. I was hopeless and totally lost, didn't know where to go next, stood there wondering what have I done all these years.


It was in that lost that she came into my life, cross threading my threads with hers and wowed a beautiful blanket inside me. Now I can see my life clearly without any space in between like a ray of light from the source filling my eyes. The space of loneliness and self doubt passed and I started cherishing my life the way I should have. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

A Million TIMES

separation, boy and girl on swings, love lost

I'd talked to you a million times, 

and I knew you inside out. 

Yet when I came near you, 

Words betrayed me,

My heart missed a beat and time slowed down;

Never in those million times had this happened, 

thought my search was over.


Late I was as always, 

but my heart was content; for I found my voice amidst

those mumbled words. 

‘Special you are’ the one I talked to

a million time. 

And still she asks, ‘What have I done to be so special?’

You won' know because 

it was just me who’d 

talked to u a million times.


by Algo

Written by one of my good friends, who prefers to use an alias. For more poetry visit The SwingClay Pot.

Paper, Heart, break, from love to lost

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The SWING


black and white picture of a swing, poem by Rahul

An old man on a swing
Swinging back and forth.

Clenching his hands tight
On the rusty side chains.

Legs stretched and bend
To the rhythm of swing.

His cotton white beard as-
An aimless lite drift cloud,

Shining in the morning sun
Showing the sign of age.

Joy fills the fogy face like-
That in an innocent child’s.

The swing of life continues
Swinging back and forth.

Flawless as day and night
Swinging back and forth.

For a beautiful lives end
Swinging back and forth.

Poem by Rahul


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