A really old poem |
The One Careful steps.Hesitant trust.Misplaced jealousy,Mistaking love for lust.Holding back for confirmation,Before giving yourself completely.Take this chance,Before regret takes it's, sweetly.So yo...
Posted by Prashant on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 01:48:00 PST |
poem for the heartbroken |
It would make a beautiful love songIf we had met under a firecracker sky,Exchanged flowers and shy glances.You couldÃve been Mr. Right, but youTurned out to be so wrongOr it would have beenA beautiful...
Posted by Prashant on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 10:34:00 PST |
I never learn |
Q and AHow self-assured do you need to be, to be openly insecure?How much do you need to love yourself, before you open your heart to another?How far do you need to run from your demons, to find yours...
Posted by Prashant on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 02:15:00 PST |
And another |
UndecidedI have nothing profound to say,Yet I speak of writing poetry.My friends say, "Don't quit your day job",Maybe I should just let it be.But I have the bite of a bug,It left a writer's germ, I th...
Posted by Prashant on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 02:54:00 PST |
Poems |
I saw you make your choice,Returning your interest like a party favor.I watched as you fell in like with me.You were just the way I wanted you to be. You were the open book I never read,Dog-eared by a...
Posted by Prashant on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 10:35:00 PST |
Prose Poem |
He waitsThe angel flew towards the ground, sweating stars on his way. He stepped onto a mossy rock as he rested his tired wings. The giant folds of feathers looked luminescent in the sunlight. Five ye...
Posted by Prashant on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 11:58:00 PST |
More bad poetry |
Hows the view from the top?Climb.Step on.BetrayAndJudge.Power suits.Meetings.Diets.No cookies,No fudge.Boss.Rule.Enjoy,You area Lord.The ampleFruit ofBitterness,Is yourReward.Dont care,Dont share.Eat...
Posted by Prashant on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 11:12:00 PST |
Magazine article 2 |
I am a public transport whore. I have probably taken every bus or train that runs in the tri-state area. People show me keys to their new, expensive cars, and I flash them my bus pass with a look of p...
Posted by Prashant on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 11:54:00 PST |
Magazine article 1 |
Desi eye for the Desi guyHaircuts. Yes, thats right, I said it and Ill say it again. Haircuts scare the living crap out of me. My hair-o-phobia started at a really tender age when I grew out of my sof...
Posted by Prashant on Wed, 31 May 2006 11:37:00 PST |
Poem |
The ground beneath my feetInside the plane I had no idea,How my life was going to change.Never been a day on my own.We take off the runway,Over the seven seas,As I search for,The ground beneath my fee...
Posted by Prashant on Tue, 30 May 2006 12:23:00 PST |
