tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90199325178656693372024-03-13T09:50:48.140-07:00FireBird's nestWelcome to the world of immortalsFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-34526076819562394172015-01-11T14:48:00.000-08:002015-01-11T14:48:35.422-08:00Cafe Brews<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />Every heart has cavities<br />
to hide and to fill<br />
A world filled with action and consequences <br />to race it and to thrill<br /><br />I see pieces of me floating around <br />in whats seem to be my own doing <br />I see a golden rim as the waves rise and fall<br />
Have no idea where I am going <br /><br />how did it come to all this I ask ?<br />what was my quest ? what was my task ? <br /><br />Its likes a couple of minutes ago ,<br />
I was whole and fine <br />I was brown and roasted ,<br />
and smelt sublime <br /><br />And then she walked into my shop,<br />
with her big eyes and black hair <br />was she with someone ,<br />
oh I really didn't care<br /><br />As the waiter sat them down ,<br />
and passed them the menu <br />Among many things they ordered ,<br />
there was a coffee I bet you <br /><br />From the jar ,my life was confined to,<br />
I wanted an escape , <br />I have to meet her I have to meet her .....,<br />
I repeated like a broken tape <br /><br />Was I alone in my desire for her, I seriously doubt <br />there were many before me,<br />
and surely many who would have followed me out<br /><br />As destiny tilted my jar<br />
for what I thought was my escape <br />I was crushed<br />
and grounded to powder; to a paste <br /><br />With a little steam to carry my smell<br />
I landed in this cup , with bits of me as well<br /><br /> A sandwich for the mister ,<br /> coffee for the lady - the waiter declared <br />
<br />As the waves subsided , I realized I was on her table<br /> I could see her so close - it seemed right out of a fable <br /><br />But just then the waiter was interupted ,<br />
destiny spoke again - as the guy next to her <br />Requesting the coffee to be taken back as it was<br />
tea they had ordered<br /><br />As I ebb and fall in my little cup<br />
destiny waiting to drain me down the tub <br />I close my eyes and pray<br />
for that voice of hers to call back my tray <br /><br /><br />- Mr Bean </div>
Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-29839707670718852011-07-26T09:39:00.000-07:002011-07-26T09:52:31.900-07:00Forgiveness .....How often I find myself<br /> in search of an eraser.....<br />Wish it would erase .....<br /> so many memories I need not treasure<br /><br />I agree, me no perfect either...<br /> for hurt sure even I have caused<br />But why do I feel a rage ...<br /> for those mistakes that I have never been a part off.....<br /><br />Rocked and shaken I am<br /> by the mere power of hurt<br />It questions everything I say I blurt<br /><br />But this fight in me has to end<br /> and all thats hurt has to mend<br />So I choose to forgive<br /> and hope it finds me too before the end<br /><br />-- FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-56724715321360099072011-02-08T03:29:00.000-08:002011-02-08T03:43:29.798-08:00A Nights FairyMight have been just another day,<br />with lots of work and just no play<br />As Hanif , I and Denny left for dinner that night<br />mind you, had just reached the gate allright<br />Have a question thrown from Hanif to me<br />and as i turned to search its answer in the infinity , there was she<br />As silence befell our conversation, and my heart the only thing I heard<br />I don't even remember what it mumbled, every thing it said sounded absurd<br />I felt the time warp around me, and my gaze locked on her<br />Oh !!!!!!!! she was beautiful and my heart beats grew faster<br />Her eyes were as dark as I have known darkness to be<br />and her hair enjoyed the freedom , curled near her shoulders by a degree<br />I still feel my vocab insufficient to describe what I have seen<br />How could she be all , gorgeous , voluptuous and lean<br />In a yellow top and blue jeans she ripped through me that night<br />So now there is a burning desire of seeing her besides me, in company of moon light :)<br />-- firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-9095650375619551892010-12-16T06:30:00.000-08:002010-12-16T06:31:34.841-08:00Standing Stillsands have come and sands have gone<br />from beneath my legs ... a world I have known<br />have been washed into the deepest oceans of thought<br />just by standing still , I have fought<br /><br />things that existed, and now a past<br />beyond recognition, but their memory lasts<br />in the moistness of my eyes another vision was lost<br />just by standing still, I have fought<br /><br />may be I am still hurt, tired of what I think is wrong<br />but then I am still hanging in there, may be I am strong<br />in thirst pain hunger and a loveless drought<br />just by standing still , I have fought<br /><br />Ohh I have been advised to inflict pain on those<br />to be a thorn in the flesh, rather than carry a heart of rose<br />I couldn't do it, even when he was a Balrog of Morgoth<br />just by standing still I Have fought<br /><br />sands have come, sands have gone<br />as the darkness deepens I wait for the dawn<br />for a bugle shall sound from east before my existence is one with the infinite nought<br />just by standing still , I would have fought<br /><br />- firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-59679941925770617232010-11-18T04:43:00.000-08:002010-11-18T04:49:41.130-08:00A phantom , a warrior , a ghost who walks<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Concept : Aashish Pangam</span></span><br /><br /> This tale is from a bloody battle of all times<br /> and a fable retold many a times<br /><br /> About a soldier who went to battle as a man<br /> to fight for good , to fight for his clan<br /><br /> He believed in right knew what was wrong<br /> but his enemy was brutal , and battle drew long<br /><br /> He didn't wanna hurt , he didn't wanna kill<br />surrounded by the enemy he fought with his will<br /><br /> Even though he tried to be human in battle<br /> his enemy was barbaric , nothing in their path was spared , but killed<br /><br /> His bravery his will held him in good stead in the fight<br /> until an arrow pierced his heart out right<br /><br /> He bled , and pain knew no bounds<br /> and through the battle field, his shrieks of pain did rounds<br /><br /> He fell on his knees , and crashed to dust ...<br /> or so thought his enemies that he would .. he must.<br /><br /> Fell dead the man ... and a warrior rose<br /> and chopped the heads off the enemy who even came close<br /><br /> A sword no sharper, a hit never so lethal<br /> for even the heartless enemy felt his hatred , and an experience near fatal<br /><br />Even as time stood appalled , and mother earth dress in bloody carcass<br /> he became the wall that no enemy would dream to cross<br /><br />I wish I could remember that day as the triumph of good , and a dark era gone<br /> but I know for sure, that night in battle a honest good man died and a warrior a war machine was born.<br /><br />-- firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-91663050867402111232010-11-08T19:01:00.000-08:002010-11-08T19:22:18.887-08:00HypocriteThrough my adventure till today<br />I met two kinds of people, I must say<br /><br />The one who spoke and lived by truth<br />and the other lied , and would do whatever it took<br /><br />But deep within they never lied<br />good or bad .. maybe right or wrong ... but their souls never cried<br /><br />Until lately I discovered the third kind<br />Oh they are amazing ... they leave both these guys behind<br /><br />they lie to themselves and are honest to the world<br />and the firebird once believed one such honest lie they sold<br /><br />but soon the lie rose to the fore<br />firebird is happy like never before<br /><br />but it pains to see their complicated lives<br />a heart and a conscience both dozed off for life<br /><br />their soul alone carries the burden of this all<br />for one day their heart and conscience will wake up and the hypocrite shall fall ...<br /><br />-- FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-4273169344505707732010-08-26T20:21:00.000-07:002010-11-23T04:59:01.134-08:00Miss you a lot<span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">From across thousands of feet</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">some how some one controls my heart beat</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">No idea when i gave her the power to control</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and thats why may be I am here with my pen and a scroll</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">May be its funny , may be it not</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">may be I love her, or .... just miss her a lot</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh .... you should listen to her talk </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Its the only voice thats better than silence , like a mighty ocean lashing away on a rock</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">In her I dream, and see beyond the boundaries of time</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and she tells me everything is sweet ... even a lime :)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">At times its all i can think</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and looking into nowhere, I smile , I wink </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Its she who recharges me, refills new thoughts</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and through the day I battle, and am proud how well i fought</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">There is possibly more to her than i know </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">She blends reality, dreams and illusions seamlessly you know</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The magician she is, she accepts its complicated being her</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and you know what even after being so strong, beautiful and powerful even she has her fear</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">aah . .. alas you may want to know her name guys </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and ofcourse there is more to it that what meets the eye</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you all want to know who is this girl.. who is my life </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">She is who i go to bed with .. she is my sleep guys</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br />.................<br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">A sleep that guides me through the darkness of the night</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">a sleep in which all my fears rest</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">a sleep in which i forget everything</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">a sleep which when i leave i shall be awakened to a new dawn</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">and may be the sleep from which I shall never be awake again .....</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">missing her a lot :)</span></em><br />- firebird</span>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-20663425721017666032010-06-18T13:15:00.000-07:002010-06-18T13:29:51.072-07:00My search for strengthI often dig deep into myself ,<br />with a question for company in search of it answer<br />for often i wonder what strength is all about<br /><br />Is it to stand tall after a fall<br />or to hide ones tears for the sake of all<br /><br />Is it the property of victorious<br />or may be what make life of a martyr glorious<br /><br />Probably to stamp ones authority and demand for what one wants<br />or may be to accept ones undoing ignoring others taunts<br /><br />is it to befriend the shield and the sword<br />or to forgive every sinner, win him over with the might of ones words<br /><br />Is it lead a life of principles not compromised for convenience<br />probably swimming in the oceans when the storm is intense<br /><br />or is it to break up and cry at ones defeat<br />or the feeling of loneliness engulfs you as your world crumbles under your feet<br /><br />Is it beyond men to understand what it means<br />or is it subconscious which helps us redeem.<br /><br />- firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-25663349972108933562010-03-16T15:08:00.000-07:002010-03-16T15:10:46.859-07:00Starpushed into a corner , i found myself<br />no light , but only shadows to stare at<br /><br />all my knowledge seemed to have surrendered <br />and the might of fear seemed to overwhelm my faith<br /><br />for my defeat looked inevitable even to a fool<br />and my existence one with darkness<br /><br />for a volcano of emotions burst out in my heart<br />a few of anger , lots of hatred for those who gave this dark gift <br /><br />i burnt in my anger , and hatred; one with the gloom around me<br />i was transforming into the very same darkness i disowned<br /><br />a rude awakening one may say when my broken knowledge woke me up<br />it was astonishing how far i had walked away from where i wanted to be <br /><br />with a pat on my shoulder " let do it, not try " said my knowledge<br />from that day till time bid me bye , i stare the darkness in its face,<br />for that's why they call me a STAR<br /><br />-- firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-60191902278273868982010-03-02T10:21:00.000-08:002010-03-02T21:13:39.548-08:00The Wait<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In search of those expressions, that smile than looks</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Not a person who listens to me , who gives me a ear</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> but some one who reads me like a book</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A search that leads me to directions none worth pursuing</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I see a hole in the ship of my optimism , thats begun sinking</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">For there are suggestion , of change</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> and to be happy in what I find rather than what i seek</span><br />But I also know it wouldn't be me then ,<br />and no meaning left in what i seek<br /><br />tempted to change I am I must admit, but "what if ??" my optimism roars<br />" What if I find the reader<br />all the expressions, that smile , I have desired forever<br />"<br />Would she be cheated by my decision to change,<br />for in my optimism and desire was she born<br />Amongst all this storm, all I now desire is for dawn<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;">-- firebird</span><br /></span>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-19035355599413020082009-08-03T01:53:00.000-07:002009-08-03T02:00:20.479-07:00friendsdaybe it night or day<br />be it corridors, balcony or a highway<br />be it work, masti or play<br />its been you all who have made my day<br /><br />when i slid off of the rock<br />or when i slept through a talk<br />when i was pissed off with my job<br />and the world was about to label me a blob<br />guess who were my saving grace<br /><br />my very own punching pad<br />that even punches me back<br />knocking me back conscious<br />when on the wrong track<br /><br />from the coffees we devoured<br />and time me savored<br />of the times we smiled<br />and at times wouldn't say a word<br /><br />i may be pretty ordinary,<br />same you for this world<br />its our friendship thats precious to me<br />so precious never to be sold.<br />--firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-43714099788343360642009-06-18T08:25:00.000-07:002009-06-18T08:39:55.465-07:00306 SKYLINE SURABHIwhen we Bangalored on september four<br />in search of a place where we could live the lore<br /><br />We were two group then, me lalu and ranga were one<br />the tronics guys arun doggy and parageee the other one<br /><br />Ranga i was told was allergic to smoking and drinking<br />And if you would tell that to Arun; he would say he is basically joking<br /><br />So then as fate would have it ; it all started from a mallu newspaper<br />and we all ended up at Anita house munching banana chips and wafers<br /><br />In a city where we couldn't find place for two we now had a place for six<br />while we shifted and watched TV that night others were searching for acco ; were in a fix<br /><br />where else on earth would jockey be a bank and "sorry" a banned word<br />balcony for private talks and birthday boys face smeared with curd<br /><br />Begin the day with aadat and jal<br />and play cricket with an eight kilo dumbell<br /><br />the absolute sasta shopping at big bazaar<br />and the weekend trips to wonderla mekadat and far<br /><br />my hole , aruns wall and ranga raags<br />doggies bathroom parags TV ;lalus "The ayurvedic drink" at that was all.<br /><br />the rebellion for a dining table, unlocking of a locked room<br />the late night tea at lazza and the wind at the slide in the backyard<br /><br />for the office stories we shared to dories dal<br />aur jis din ho cricket match us din to uska haal behaal<br /><br />between lazy saturdays and long weekends<br />from pyaaz ki kachoris at BDA to laCAZA the list never ends<br /><br />the dhoom2 in kamakya<br />and then the dhoom3 at kamakya<br /><br />for we had strength and weakness had no sign<br />but then fate has its design (i don't mean rangas blog it has none)<br /><br />for nows its 2 in states, 2 in mumbai, 1 in pune & 1 in mindtree<br />longing to meet you all one day one place 306 SKYLINE SURABHI.<br /><br />-firebird<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxvmSYcKFRewCgE5Ffiu7mTrd2_fGJeBR_uuXK3j1dplgPTEPs5Ui7-BOrdosay3xPeTueUqXZ8yUkqb99dew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-55805366582122270712009-06-06T19:59:00.000-07:002010-11-23T05:28:29.389-08:00SMAKS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKIu3JfuTtE3YavchSfO9jN8XPL6jfiVvwnda1zJKFcXzLuyPT1SN9kPI7SXLh9b_jYCUv6pT0c7gIc5olul_SAD1zJwS2RRw0v3miMACfmP4Va7OLNnNW6mFa_F_K2l9CuUA0rSTni8/s1600/Image0061.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542736421666686546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKIu3JfuTtE3YavchSfO9jN8XPL6jfiVvwnda1zJKFcXzLuyPT1SN9kPI7SXLh9b_jYCUv6pT0c7gIc5olul_SAD1zJwS2RRw0v3miMACfmP4Va7OLNnNW6mFa_F_K2l9CuUA0rSTni8/s320/Image0061.jpg" /></a><br /><div>After another tiring day<br />I drop into my bed<br />With the fan at full speed<br />and a pillow under my head<br /><br />suddenly I feel something<br />I never felt before<br />I open the windows<br />and lock the door<br /><br />Its amazing as it gets to me<br />I feel only one thing TIME<br />and as what I still considered present moves into past<br />leaving me struggling to rhyme<br /><br />It aches ! at place i never knew were mine<br />My thoughts moving in triangles circles and lines<br /><br />All i did today is to stare at some photos<br />and i realized gone are the days when we wandered without any motto<br /><br />Time tries to console me and says "You will remain in touch"<br />Ya I say why not, orkut gtalk with some luck<br /><br />But i know our lives are about to change and move ahead; and we are going our ways;<br />let me tell you all that you all are special to me ; i shall remember you all always<br /><br />For smaks I believe is beyond time material and space<br />Its some where within us ;Isn't it this that bring a smile to our face<br /><br />--firebird<br />Reflections :<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />As a firebird my belief in immortality is pure. Relations are made and broken.<br />But then ther are those relations with no name , no reason and no expiry which pass into time as a gentle whisper, a cool breeze ,as a fragrance of a flower never to be forgotten. It explains the very basis of immortality to me<br />Immortality can never be achieved in material. But only in time.<br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-45064086797671705872009-01-30T05:11:00.000-08:002009-01-30T05:29:37.679-08:00The ButterflyAmong the winged creation that grace the sky,<br /> she fell in love of earth.<br />Leaving sky she choose earth to fly,<br /> and in mother earth's flower and fragrance she flirts.<br /><br />Buzzing and busy this winger of color,<br /> captures the imagination of all.<br />And makes me the Firebird wonder,<br /> is sky really beautiful of all.<br /><br />This winger is a treat to watch,<br /> not to mention a inspiration to me.<br />She flocks and flies to so many flowers<br /> but takes only the nectar you see<br /><br /><br />teaching me to take the good from each flight<br /> she is my little teacher "THE BUTTERFLY"<br /><br />---- FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-81086680196627690452009-01-10T15:13:00.000-08:002009-01-11T03:03:20.187-08:00Light withinIn midst of things that seems to have no beginning nor an end<br />i look up to the skies for the light to descend<br /><br />i had been moving forward with my heart as the compass on the trail<br />and now there were times when its started to fail<br /><br />It neither attracted or repelled<br />but i moved ahead on the path that i had last held<br /><br />All that i realize is the deep dark night<br />but i have pledged to fight<br /><br />and thats when i stopped pitying my plight<br />and didn't look up to the skies for light<br /><br />the more i learn of darkness, i knew something well<br />in these walls of pain i wasn't alone to dwell<br /><br />they were many, like and unlike me<br />like the drops that form the dark sea<br /><br />it pained me to see myself a part of the darkness i despise<br />the pain just grew ,until it burnt me and there was no respite<br /><br />And as it stands now i have a light of my own,<br />and the darkness of many<br />the battles seem to be mine, but victory not yet any<br />-----FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-84017543916844250882008-12-01T08:48:00.000-08:002008-12-01T09:03:30.212-08:00To say or not to !!!!When the heart thinks and my brain beats<br /> When there is no distinction between victory and defeat<br /><br />The fear of losing things not gained<br /> and friends shout refrain refrain<br /><br />Now throwing stones into the pond is a new sport<br /> and when words flow from the heart and sink in my throat<br /> <br />When damage is beyond repair<br /> and I can't handle her stare<br /><br />I fear I might take what i feel for her to my grave<br /> I wish I wish I could be brave<br /><br />Finally I muster a lot of courage<br /> All after wasting this whole page<br /><br />With the only question in my mind I walk up to her and say "Hi<br /> Tell me yeh melody itni choclatee kyu hai ; why ??"<br /><br />-- FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-17983875311584150862008-08-15T01:44:00.000-07:002008-08-15T01:49:56.794-07:00Life :The ProcessI have heard the wisest speak,<br />nectar flowed from his beak.<br /><br />He said the process is important<br />and I asked what about the result<br /><br />His smile grew bigger than ever<br />i didn't know was my question foolish or clever!<br /><br />After a brief silence he left the room<br />I received a note from him by noon<br /><br />Fly to the world of men, it said<br />It looked like an order than a request<br /><br />It was in the world of men,<br />I saw machines that did the work of ten<br /><br />with a body of metal, no heart or brain<br />they worked morning to night,again and again<br /><br />delivering results being only their goal,<br />the term life was alien and so was soul.<br /><br />On the other hand , the creator of machines "man"<br />still had not mastered the death, he wishes he can.<br /><br />The end result of all men who's existence begins from the womb<br />seemed to me goes through various paths but results in a tomb.<br /><br />I saw the answer starring at my face<br />I flew back to my world with great pace<br /><br />"Welcome Back" said the wise beak,<br />"See" he said before i could speak<br />"what differentiates men from machines is life,<br />a process beyond result of any kind "<br />"So fear not the result but the reasons all right"<br /><br />"Then why didn't you tell me if you already knew?" I asked<br />"why had i to fly so long in search of the answer"<br />He smiled and said "the process is more important"<br /><br />---The FirebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-65681826249354151052008-06-18T13:32:00.000-07:002010-11-23T05:22:00.328-08:00Autumn:Time to Bid Farewell<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Looks like i just woke up from a dream<br />I walk up to your door and its your name that i scream<br /><br />I push your door open to feel a gush of wind<br />As your curtains flutter a vacuum overcomes me within<br /><br />As our laughter thunders in that empty room<br />My heart shrinks in vain as flashes of memory zoom<br /><br />I walk down slowly to the breakfast table<br />where empty seats indicate the end of the fable<br /><br />A fable of true friendship and great company<br />I sip my coffee thinking about those moments... many<br /><br />As I stare at the mirror I see a thin scaly lifeless tree<br />Its autumn my friend and all the leaves go free.<br /><br />--Firebird<br /></span></span></span></span>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-8214600022054423032008-02-28T22:55:00.000-08:002008-02-28T23:04:04.082-08:00The Very Nature of PowerThis came to me from a distant planet<br />Didn't have a form then but attracted me like a magnet<br />It said it would be loyal to me forever<br />Its now my prized possession and i call it power<br />I now had the power to do everything<br />I had assumed full control of my life ,I was a king<br /><br />It was like a friend to me <br />But one day i was made to see<br />My inability and helplessness to give up power at right earnest<br />My relations strained <br />and many hearts pained <br />by the merciless power<br />that i had discovered<br />for i realize today <br />i never possessed it<br />For it enslaves me and rules me and my life<br />But i haven't given up yet<br />I shall give it up for sure<br />Though it still attracts me as a magnet<br />--Firebird--Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-68151255060708996152008-01-01T02:51:00.000-08:002008-01-01T02:54:12.636-08:00The Last Breathe<!-- ======================================================= --><!-- Created by AbiWord, a free, Open Source wordprocessor. --><!-- For more information visit http://www.abisource.com. --><!-- ======================================================= --><meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><title></title> <style type="text/css"> <!-- #toc, .toc, .mw-warning { border: 1px solid #aaa; background-color: #f9f9f9; padding: 5px; font-size: 95%; } #toc h2, .toc h2 { display: inline; border: 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style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">I peep outside the window to see light at the bend</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Their sounds of song and dance die as I close my window</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Locking my home I scan the empty sky as I prepare to go</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">My only companion my horse and my guitar</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">For my journey back home amongst the stars</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">As pictures of days gone by flash in front of my eyes</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">A few sparkling with happiness and a few loud cries</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">My horse and I are up on the way to the mountain </span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Where my end is destined and certain</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">It's dark and cold here and silence runs miles deep</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">My horse tiptoes and as shadow I creep</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">I don't fear the beyond as I turn to have a look behind</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">The lights from the busy street down are not hard to find</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">I wave them farewell as if they would respond</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">I hope they would not forget what is right and what is wrong</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Let courage and compassion mark each of their acts</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Let honesty prevail as lust and greed distract</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">I pray they remember what they learnt and what I taught</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US"> Happiness boredom or failure together we had fought</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">As darkness readies itself to engulf me dear</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">Lots of love and a happy new year</span></p> <p dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="en-US">- the year of 2007</span></p> <p></p> </div>Fire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-77208850699828180622007-11-01T10:03:00.000-07:002007-11-01T10:04:36.603-07:00Eclipse…….Worse things can happen beyond wonder<br />Far more than the wrath of lightning and the sound of thunder<br />A time when the whole creation seeks place for refuge<br />And the rage of the dark forces are let loose<br />As the shadows fly across the sky<br />And light seems to have bid the world goodbye<br />As the whole creation is at the brink of chaos<br />And the enlighten ones in deep prayer<br />Far away from earth at this dark moment<br />The battle rages between the forces of good and evil<br />Silence creeps through the ears and a chill runs down the spine<br />Shriek of pain and sadistic laughter, the power of the dark had begun its design<br />The forces of light were brought down to ashes<br />And darkness covered the world in its blanket<br />Panic set in the creation<br />And the enlightened deluded to confusion<br />Except for one who saw us rise from the ashes<br />From the ball of fire we rose in great splendour<br />Light was back in power and the battle that seemed lost resumed with new fervour<br />The shadows had begun their retrace<br />Firebirds flew to remove their trace<br />Dark laughter replaced by illuminated smiles<br />As light started its travel to earth with a speed of few thousand miles <br /><br /><br />Eclipse refers to a time in life when one looses control. When our thinking is clouded by the circumstances and mere pain results. But this phase shall be momentary as the firebirds(the spirit) shall rise to dispel the darkness (pain , confusion and anger)<br />-the firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-90990217978421635182007-10-01T05:02:00.000-07:002007-10-01T05:53:37.136-07:00The Sanyasiwhen i heard the sea roar<br />i felt i needed a ship and an oar<br />and then when i was on a voyage<br />i kept searching for the shore<br /><br />i always wanted to travel where no one else had reached<br />slogged and fought to be victorious in search of success that no one else had achieved<br />championed many problems and practiced before i preached<br />and here i am alone beyond anyone reach<br /><br />i was by now rich and powerfull<br />people hailed me and plotted against me<br />it was time i felt i was thoughtfull<br />i left them all , i the leader of my army<br /><br />i slept that night on the countryside terrain<br />i had no bed nor pillows and great it even rained<br />what was i running away from was my own pain<br />but that night i felt what i did was sane<br /><br />i kept up to this nomadic way of life<br />leaves fruits or bulbs on which i have thrived<br />all this helped me realise the truth behind this life<br />'Many good thing can be done if one decides to die poor'<br />says the rythm of life<br /><br />today i sit under a tree ready to help and advice<br />but people around me feel i am crazy and run behind happiness who is a master of disguise<br /><br />a young man comes to me and says<br /><br />"when i hear the sea roar<br />i felt i need a ship and an oar"<br /><br />and i tell him<br /> "and then when you are on a voyage<br />you shall keep searching for the shore"<br /><br />Most people never return from those voyages like i did. they get lost in the sea of the desires that roars.And even those who return are lost in the wealth they have plundered.Only a few are lucky to realize the truth and become a sanyasi<br />- a sanyasiFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-68194788116054839512007-08-29T11:22:00.000-07:002007-08-29T12:45:22.363-07:00Overcome your fearWhat do you want<br /> what you say<br />How long are you<br /> supposed to be that way<br /><br /><br />Why do you fear<br /> cast it away<br />Express yourself<br /> in a better new way<br /><br /><br /> For all that you care<br /> Why are you scared<br /> Believe yourself<br /> Lets do a dare<br /> <br /> What do you fear<br /> drop it away<br /> Know yourself<br /> in a whole new way<br /><br />Faced with a situation<br /> fear making mistakes<br />Believe that you are perfect<br /> and courage is all it takes<br /><br />Why do you fear<br /> lets discover a way<br />Do it all<br /> Do it your way<br /><br /> Night is dark,its deep<br /> but why are your eyes still open<br /> why don't you drop that pen<br /> Why don't you sleep<br /><br /> What do you fear<br /> dream a new day<br /> there is light<br /> cast your nightmares away<br /><br />Why make friends<br /> when you lose them<br />how do you pretend<br /> you don't need them<br /><br /><br />What do you fear<br /> to be cast away?<br />When you need them<br /> they shall be there anyway!<br /> <br /> <br /><br /> How long are you going to cry<br /> How long shall you cling to your past<br /> Don't do it , life's not that dry<br /> look at your present quick fast<br /> <br /> What do you fear<br /> past are pages to tear<br /> realize your future<br /> and do everything to nurture<br /><br />Why every one has an end<br /> why has life to lose<br />Why it has to be buried<br /> or burnt to ashes<br /><br />Why do we fear?<br /> is death our end<br />lets be born again<br /> lets celebrate Life once again<br />-The firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-81616961229686648852007-08-22T11:15:00.000-07:002007-08-22T11:17:00.387-07:00The Author and a PoetAt times I like to poke my nose<br />And i over heard my pen give the paper the dose<br /><br />"I wonder" said the paper called oaky<br />flapping along with the wind beautifully<br /><br />"I wonder how does think?"<br />"Believe me the reader of his story wouldn't blink"<br /><br />"huh" said the pen called inky<br />readjusting her nib which had gone a bit kinky<br /><br />"that foolish fellow is a waste "<br />"writes pages and pages in a haste"<br /><br />"i understand " said oaky grinning back<br />"you seem to like that poet whom i did like to whack"<br /><br />"just writes four lines on a page"<br />"uses word like his vocab is trapped in a cage"<br /><br />"Speaks of thing non existent and abstract<br />"god alone knows who reads that prat?"<br /><br />"Check my author for a change "<br />writes ,interweaves and has a fabulous range"<br /><br />"His reader get a new outlook towards life, inky"<br />"knows where to place the full stop better than your kinky'<br /><br />"Oaky" said inky "that why i hate him you see"<br />"No fullstops is the poets key"<br /><br />"He doesn't hold me to much,write frugal"<br />"but has a lot to say"<br />"He doesn't give his reader an outlook<br />they choose theirs ,he doesn't over cook"<br /><br />oaky angry gave her a flak<br />she spat back on him and he looked dark black<br /><br />Interesting is the fight<br />the author and the poet both need write<br /><br />who has the guts to tell these guys to take it light<br />Guys stop the fight<br />-the fire birdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019932517865669337.post-85757970659033438042007-07-09T02:39:00.000-07:002007-07-09T02:46:47.242-07:00The Phoenix's Tearsas my friend calls me over to the balcony to look into the sky<br />i can't help notice but why?<br />he exclaims at the moon and says "Wonderful "<br />But my eyes burn seeing the darkness in plentiful<br />he says it beautiful its exactly half<br />i dont know how i managed to laugh<br />he leaves me with a dark sky to stare<br />bloody deep and dark, ready to scare<br />my eyes begin to burn abright<br />please for god sake switch on the light<br />with no hope to find i close my eyes<br />but then i still meet darkness in a new disguise<br />today silence i find too loud to hear<br />as i see your shadows dissappear<br />there is something in my throat that makes me choke<br />i can't spit it or swallow, its not a joke<br />i reach out for my phone<br />god damn its dead doesn't have a dial tone<br />i seem to have forgotten the philosophy i taught<br />i can't hold it in longer, got to spit it out<br />i reach out for my pen and paper<br />i settle into a chair with a glass of water<br />i wanted success at any cost<br />but on the way there is something that i have lost<br />i want to push it out i wanna cry<br />but tears seem to have deserted me how hard i hard i try<br />as time flies past saying goodbye from a mile<br />there is something on his face, i recognize it its my smile<br />days that i spent with you all was like a dream<br />i know they wont come back how hard i scream<br />my heart is filled with those moments of our love and care<br />there is so many things we did share<br />i wish i could acknowledge the gift you all gave me<br />as two pearls start rolling from my eyes down my cheeks to save me<br />- the firebirdFire Birdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099680949777065382noreply@blogger.com1