tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305684622011-04-21T19:42:56.132-07:00“Every person becomes a poet atleast once in a lifetime. Some pen down their feelings …while others just let them flow…! It doesn’t matter whether it makes sense to others or not, but to u, they do!! So, that which gets penned down becomes an “expression of some stolen moments”. This is a compilation of the few short poems I wrote in my teens...mostly during 9th & 10th standard in school.”CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568462.post-1152224761211910362006-07-06T15:24:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:26:01.213-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">In the cold breeze of the morning<br />My lonely heart slowly sings,<br />Of the days and hours spent together<br />With quarrels and love altogether.<br />And the golden memory of some stolen moments<br />Lost from world, far from ends<br />Which were tied in love but gone with the waves<br />Which touched the shore, beneath the shades.<br />But back again, when I was in the world of dawn<br />The castles of dreams were all gone.<br />And my heart cried out loud…<br />And also the dark silence broke with the morning cloud.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">November 9, 2000</span></span><br /><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568462-115222476121191036?l=expressions-of-some-stolen-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568462.post-1152224622468933092006-07-06T15:18:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:23:42.476-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">I thought myself to be a matured one<br />One who considers childhood love as a dead swan…<br />But why my heart often leans to some special one<br />And not listens to the sayings and examples of the past millennium?<br />I know that no one can answer this,<br />’cos it’s the Nature’s Game…that no one can miss.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">December 15, 1999</span></span><br /></div> </div> <span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568462-115222462246893309?l=expressions-of-some-stolen-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568462.post-1152138423784351362006-07-05T15:25:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:28:24.760-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">If someday it happens that I die<br />With all my dreams and ambitions still in the eye<br />Some will for a day or two, show some sighs<br />Then get back to the routine life again<br />And the sorrow will slowly go by.<br />After a year or so, every pain and every sorrow will vanish<br />Except for some occasions, when my ‘used-to-be’ well wishers<br />Sit around and one of my good deeds is being cherished<br />This way, I may occupy the weakest part of other’s memory<br />But this will also gradually be rubbed off…<br />And the relationship between me and the world will eventually be tapered off!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >December 18, 1999</span><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568462-115213842378435136?l=expressions-of-some-stolen-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568462.post-1152138290236980172006-07-05T15:23:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:34:27.036-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Everything an hour before is a history now –<br />Because the new millennium has come<br />Every quarrel is a friendship now –<br />Because the new millennium has come<br />People are happy, ecstatic and jumping with joy –<br />Because the new millennium has come<br />- But has anyone ever got a thought,<br />That the world is same, the people are same<br />…Only the time has gone!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >December 15, 1999</span><br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568462-115213829023698017?l=expressions-of-some-stolen-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568462.post-1152137708205944482006-07-05T15:11:00.000-07:002006-07-06T15:37:25.646-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div> <blockquote> <div style="text-align: center;">I thought of myself as a popular one<br />One, who was liked by all and preferred by everyone!<br />But after I woke up, I found myself to be none of the three<br />But only a person as ordinary as ought to be<br />I realized that I was just like an exquisite cup without any tea…<br />And so, started a true journey to be a real man of the three.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >September 6, 1999</span><br /> </div> </div> </blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:black;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span></div> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:black;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568462-115213770820594448?l=expressions-of-some-stolen-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CosmiChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06587968050362775579noreply@blogger.com0