FiRsT sMoKE oF tHe yEaR...

Hellozzzzzz once again.. So..... I am back with yet another poem of mine... And the story behind it is really special. Though its name is First smoke of the year, first of all it was not written on the 1st of jan or so.... And this poem was written on the 14th February 2006, that means in the times when I used to smoke. And it was me, remembering the start of the year and the night.. Lets go on with the poem:-

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear, a part of rain.....

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke, a part of flame.....

Paranoid of sadness kept hitting me again and again,

And I lie buried under it with,

a part of grave, a part of sand.....

Life challanged me everytime to be in the frame,

And I kept losing in it with,

a part of time, a part of game.....

Regards,

Ambar

Untitled....!!!

Helllloooozzzz once again... Today I am going to present a poem whic i actually wrote about 7 years ago, but fortunately or unfortunately, I was never ever be able to make out a title for this poem. It deals mainly with the end of the kargil war... And I am calling it Untitled.... mind it, its the best name I can think of this poem.

UNTITLED......

To this day, to this day,

The ever elusive answers engulf,

the raging fire within,

the infinite train of questions,

moves at cosmic speed...

I turn to god,

I turn to the devil,

I turn to the god men,

but the questions multiply...

The sun rays absorb all the water,

And I lie buried beneath the sands,

The desert stretches,

beyond the lands...

The temple tower topple,

And hang in the air,

echoes from the minarets,

end up in wounded silence...

My questions and me sink into another,

confronting everything and finally nothing,

Not for nothing, 

A question mark, shapes my being...

iTs mY PaRaDiSo.....

I exactly know whats going on your mind.... that what the heck..... another poem and another pain.... ha ha ha.... that's why i say---- "JHELO JHELO....", But before that, some GYAAN about it..

Anyways, don't be confused with this poem or the word. It has nothing to do with actual paradise or something. Actually, Paradiso word comes from a theatre named PARADISO which is in Amsterdam. Paradiso is a music venue and cultural center in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. The venue is inside an old church, which has been transformed into a music venue.

Paradise was opened by the city in 1968 as a publicly-subsidized youth entertainment center. Along with the nearby Melkweg (Milky Way), it soon became synonymous with the hippie counterculture and the rock music of that era. It was one of the first locations in which the use and sale of soft drugs was tolerated. From the mid-1970s, Paradiso became increasingly associated with punk and new wave music, although it continued to program a wide variety of artists. Glen Matlock played his last gig with the Sex Pistols at the Paradiso. Starting in the 1980s, raves and themed dance parties became frequent. In May 1995, the Rolling Stones played two semi- acoustic concerts at the Paradiso, Scalped tickets reportedly sold for many thousands of dollars. Recorded tracks from these concerts were released on the Stones' stripped album later that year. Keith Richards said that the Paradiso concerts were the best live shows the Stones ever did.

And here is me, actually imaging about my own music place where i could rest, play, listen and give my music a world.... So, here is the poem now, with the title as "Its my Paradiso".

ITS MY PARADISO

I wanna decorate it,

I wanna make it look good,

I wanna fill it with,

abundant laughter and sufficient food.

Though it had no walls,

though it had no woods,

No roof, no base,

and I realize no moods.

Ambitions multiply, reality fools,

'coz I love to,

live in dreams,

though they will never come true...

Ambar.

FiRsT sMoKE Of tHe yEaR...

So the poem man is back... heee heeee heeeee.......

And this one is called, 

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear,

a part of rain...

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke,

a part of flame...

Paranoid of sadness keep hitting me again and again,

And I lie beneath under it with,

a part of grave,

a part of sand...

Life challanged me every time to be in the frame,

And I keep on losing in it with,

a part of time ,

a part of game...

Ambar...

LiFe...

Hello Hello Hello..... So I am back.... And everybody must be cursing that why this guy keeps coming back every second day....... but I am the best in whatever I do and I am doing the same right now....Pakaoing you all..... HEE HEE HEE

Ahammm ahammm... So this poem is called "LIFE"

LIFE

Life is a lie,

to live again and die...

Even for that,

I need your hand,

to give it an end,

to give it a cry...

I feel everything in vain,

when I see tears in your eye,

Yes, I am saying that,

Because its getting to be,

Alone, dark and dry...

Ambar