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haunt me in the colours of binary
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haunt me in the colours of binary |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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I used to write songs of times gone wrong of painful memories and fateful tragedies till I came to this conclusion that life is this binary a sum of the ones and zeroes a multiple of holes and hollows and sometimes we live a dual life fighting our own little duels sounds so cruel that we follow stained ideals of idle idols what's right or wrong and why? introspection seems so old-fashioned and I am feeling out of touch maybe I am, just because I think? why does the innocent child throw stones at the crow and yet fall in love with a butterfly that flirts with every flower it sees maybe he already knows that he should dislike whatever is in black and white maybe he knows that he is born for colours and grey is too dull and black is just as dark maybe he is born with that guilt-inducing feeling of natural discrimination called judgement instinct -- some call this feeling of dislike for a crow and love for a butterfly or maybe I am wrong and the child doesn't like the crow simply since he talks too much, as if in pride's ego trip while the butterfly glides around in silently whispered breaths, yet being open to acclaim I hope I am wrong at least then I can unselfishly and boldly applaud the beauty of the butterfly and the intelligence of the father of man the zeroes and ones come around again to haunt to haunt me in the colours of binary and hunt me in (k)nots and crosses! ... I seem to be in some mood of demystifying vagueness... I seem drawn by vagueness... into vagueness, sometimes... more times... thanks a lot for reading my vagueness, sometimes...  Regards to all, Sudhir. [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 11-28-2001).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
My Oh MY... why does the innocent child throw stones at the crow and yet fall in love with a butterfly that flirts with every flower it sees I absolutely wonder at your words today...the above seemed a powerful statement to me..but then I read on and on..and I loved your "vagueness" *s Regards.... Maureen/Wynter "For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sudhir~ Absolutely a captivating read~ This think-of-ink reaches deeply into the inkwell of your brilliant mind~ What a ponderous beauty this one is, my friend~ 'why does the innocent child throw stones at the crow and yet fall in love with a butterfly that flirts with every flower it sees' *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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lunatic Member
since 2001-04-20
Posts 172 |
and yet fall in love with a butterfly that flirts with every flower it sees ============================= Such beautiful imagery, Sudhir. I absolutely plan to steal this Well done my friend! Let thy moon arise. William Blake [This message has been edited by lunatic (edited 11-28-2001).] |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sudhir Your introspection is a study in the black and white of things, with phrases that cover the specrum of colors. This is a beautiful poem and thought provoking Several magnificent verses in this one Thank you for this wonderful write Liz |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Thanks a lot my dear friends... Seeing your names has made my day... regards and smiles, sudhir |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
why does the innocent child throw stones at the crow and yet fall in love with a butterfly that flirts with every flower it sees maybe he already knows that he should dislike whatever is in black and white maybe he knows that he is born for colours and grey is too dull and black is just as dark maybe he is born with that guilt-inducing feeling of natural discrimination called judgement ================================ your poetic delvings into "the vagueness" of things is most impressive Sudhir... this is fantastic introspective writing my poet of the brilliant words  "vague on" ... please he said ... "dont cry" ... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Just wonderful my friend. I love it! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sudhir--Your thought is deep in this poem. Very captivating look into you, my friend....much enjoyed! |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
WOW!!!BRAVO!!!You captured my attention right from the beginning. It was wonderful to follow your train of thought. Very powerful poem. I love it. **hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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A Whisper's Caress Senior Member
since 2000-11-03
Posts 791on the horizon of a fairytale |
Beautiful...absolutely beautiful ever deep...runs |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well done sir! vague perhaps...perhaps not so much so if read with the right frame of mind... I enjoyed! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
in the corners of vagueness my friend, is where we find the clarity of our hearts. . . well done. . . I like the deep introspection here. . . it suits you very well. . . this style is new for you as well, you make it your own. . . great job. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
WOW, I am so honoured... seems like my vagueness has captured your imagination Thanks a million, my dear friends for coming by and sharing your kind words... Regards to all, Sudhir |
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