tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362247562011-12-01T20:37:52.273-08:00anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1167395444027713862006-12-29T04:30:00.000-08:002006-12-29T04:30:44.036-08:00Sound of silence echoes in vacuum<br />Like roars of deep sea in waves<br />Shore of life is left out in dusk<br />With white bubbles and wet sand<br /><br />Beautiful rainbow decorate in sly<br />Gloomy sky about to shed tears<br />Gush up hush, the child of dismay<br />Encounter my mind to bind in sway<br /><br />“Talk to me, I am silence in you<br />The guest of loneliness to glue<br />Come let us commune blue<br />Dear to solitary souls wither” <br /><br />Whisper of silence started<br />Search of my destiny in vain<br />Sketch of my plans drawn in<br />All of colors hidden gregarious<br /><br />Discussion of decisions muster<br />Turns whisper to talk of flattery<br />Count numerous ways to win<br />Calculate gain and loss in future<br /><br />Love and hatred enter in harmony<br />Silence start to muse musical mood<br />Songs of love console my soul <br />Trumpet of hatred annoy me sole<br /><br />Disguised in costume of love<br />Silence counter soul’s luster<br />Lust or thirst, unidentified<br />Give way to thoughts vivid in view<br /><br />Dusk fills heart of silence<br />Joy dies inside and sling out<br />Hiss of bad thoughts spit out<br />Venom of words in hush to sound<br /><br />Darkness dive in humors<br />Dwindle silence to culmination<br />Gazing each other we wake up again<br />Myself and silence in the dawn.<br />ANNIE JOSEPH<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116739544402771386?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1163759316141164382006-11-17T02:25:00.000-08:002006-11-17T02:28:36.146-08:00INDEX FINGER<br /><br />I search and search, not to find<br />As strong as that I lost or cut off<br />The Index Finger that I had once<br />To index my steps right to start<br /><br />Identified are all fingers<br />With a purpose they are<br />Index finger is important <br />Indexing path, trail and deed<br /><br />Where are our index fingers? <br />Are they folded or cut off for ever ?<br />Are they handicapped forcibly?<br />Why aren’t they index cohorts right?<br /><br />Memorize my days of childhood<br />Learned to walk, catching hold of<br />The index finger of dear mature<br />Enough to index my steps with support<br /><br />When I swallowed dirt or solid<br />Grandmas’ index finger put in throat<br />Made me vomit out the unwanted<br />Like hypnotic words dilate my soul <br /><br />I look at my index finger beautified<br />That has to point out to my youngsters<br />Hiding it in my fist, with smugness<br />Folding I keep it in sly, to lament<br /><br />Rue not that it is useless, as it is<br />Useful when used fully to index<br />If my righteous deeds lead me <br />Right is it to induce right to all<br /><br /><br />Look at the mother not resist to point <br />Her own index finger and advice<br />Her young one female not to point<br />Index finger while to tell in modesty<br /><br /><br />Dubiously the child, look at her mother <br />Like the thumb points to mother herself<br />While she point her index finger on child<br />Ask her, are you righteous to index right<br /><br /><br />Is the index finger cut off<br />From parental care we esteem?<br />My source of strength and safety here<br />is that index finger that escort me<br /><br />I index it reverse to me now<br />As I lost it or age weakened it<br />I am missing its strength in me too<br />And miss in my fellow being alike<br /><br /><br /><br /> ANNIE JOSEPH<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116375931614116438?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1161340615028961672006-10-20T03:36:00.000-07:002006-10-20T03:36:55.103-07:00<a href="http://thoughtswrite.blogspot.com/">Ann's Blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116134061502896167?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1161252144244684782006-10-19T03:02:00.000-07:002006-10-19T03:02:24.246-07:00<a href="http://thoughtswrite.blogspot.com/">Ann's Blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116125214424468478?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1161251137188748312006-10-19T02:45:00.000-07:002006-10-19T02:45:37.993-07:00<a href="http://www.thoughtswrite.blogspot.com/">Ann's Blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116125113718874831?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06936068491039280711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36224756.post-1161154919260298272006-10-17T23:56:00.000-07:002006-10-18T00:01:59.266-07:00WHEN AM I ALONE?<br /><br />When my “I” become my eye to rule in<br />I am gratified to deny the whole on <br />Hide in me the id and ego to get forlorn<br />Then I am left as all in whole alone.<br /><br />When my vision on world and life given<br />Regret to refuse and rue, on deeds to do<br />Act to be helpless to face the hapless<br />I deny deeds to deal, then I am alone to view<br /><br />Dreams of mine I cherish to flourish<br />Reject to recognize in thought <br />That of my near and dear to contain<br />Then I am alone dreamless to domain.<br /><br />Beauty of mind and physique even<br />Virtues of my co-existent, the saint<br />I wish not to accept the blend of fret<br />Then I am blind alone to see the best.<br /><br />In my hands the lamp of truth I hold<br />Lit and lifted in vast to boast of treat<br />To show the steps to my co-travelers<br />Known to myself not when waft out.<br /><br />My lamp blown out when the wind blew<br />My ears deafen out when echo heard<br />Listen not to the verses worth strummed<br />Then I am alone to the insight to know right.<br /><br />Unaware I am of the stories of toil<br />Ventured out from the hearts bleeding<br />Blocked is my heart to flow kindness<br />The blood of common resolution to salute<br /><br />My resolution is of non-co-operation vested<br />My pleasure is in stained black browsing<br />Blurring in the stint of jealousy burning <br />Then I am alone to enjoy nothing in anything<br /><br />My thoughts are in myself brooding<br />My joy is always to be in hub of snub<br />My blooming is in myself glooming <br />Then I am not in gear to share yearning<br /><br />When I keep silence timidly to react on <br />Violence of values precious steadily<br />Blaming the blues and blazes around<br />Then I am absolutely alone to respond. <br /><br />Shared wealth is enriched like <br />Shared wisdom ensured to flourish<br />If I know not to share and bear <br />Then I suit to be alone in crowd to glide.<br /><br />ANNIE JOSEPH<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36224756-116115491926029827?l=thoughtswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' 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