Friday, August 5, 2011
Once it was 'dawn',now 'noon'
Once,
The land of rising sun-the sun
Woke up and slowly rised
To be on top,to shine
A few days back
It was a sunny day
The 'Red Giant teased the clouds
The clouds were of white colour then
But his brightness made it 'pale' white
Those bald eagle clouds with anger
Turned black
The black which usually
The English whites hates.
Screaming eagle clouds
Challenged for a war-
A war which meant
Lives pop up like bubles
Cent percebnt 'destruction'.
The solar brightness
Stayed on the otherside
Of the cloud boundary.
Earth being dark
Stayed outside the war-field
May be after tired with the wars witnessed.
Two atom rain drops
Had some immense power
That it had turned of the sun
The whole world helpless
With a thud and emotions in heart.
It was noon
Then everyone closed their eyes,
Turned their faces from
The view of sun;
With emotions.
How pity is the pother in sun...
Pity and shame on the eagles
Because they lost their brains in some way
Again the clouds challenged
The war ended then
But still the clouds are a task
That pother still on ears.
For the rising sun's soil
Those days were all 'dawn'
Now enjoys the life of now
As considering it as 'noon'-
When it shines the most
And is on top of the world.
CAN'T WE CALL THAT SUN AS JAPAN'S HIROSHIMA & NAGASAKI???
"with salute to the Japanese who who had grown well like bamboos and being very tall in their efforts"....
-premsree-
The land of rising sun-the sun
Woke up and slowly rised
To be on top,to shine
A few days back
It was a sunny day
The 'Red Giant teased the clouds
The clouds were of white colour then
But his brightness made it 'pale' white
Those bald eagle clouds with anger
Turned black
The black which usually
The English whites hates.
Screaming eagle clouds
Challenged for a war-
A war which meant
Lives pop up like bubles
Cent percebnt 'destruction'.
The solar brightness
Stayed on the otherside
Of the cloud boundary.
Earth being dark
Stayed outside the war-field
May be after tired with the wars witnessed.
Two atom rain drops
Had some immense power
That it had turned of the sun
The whole world helpless
With a thud and emotions in heart.
It was noon
Then everyone closed their eyes,
Turned their faces from
The view of sun;
With emotions.
How pity is the pother in sun...
Pity and shame on the eagles
Because they lost their brains in some way
Again the clouds challenged
The war ended then
But still the clouds are a task
That pother still on ears.
For the rising sun's soil
Those days were all 'dawn'
Now enjoys the life of now
As considering it as 'noon'-
When it shines the most
And is on top of the world.
CAN'T WE CALL THAT SUN AS JAPAN'S HIROSHIMA & NAGASAKI???
"with salute to the Japanese who who had grown well like bamboos and being very tall in their efforts"....
-premsree-
Sunday, July 3, 2011
if u r a real litreature lover,thif u r a real litreature lover
if u r a real literature lover,thn plz lyk d page 'inkpot' on Facebook
Sunday, February 13, 2011
my film 'amma manassu'
the short film 'amma manassu' in which i had done the story screenplay and diologues is in the blog 'inkpotsjhss.blogspot.com'
everyone around you are mirrors where your behavior reflects
everyone around you are mirrors where your behavior reflects
-premsree-
-premsree-
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