Biography of David Blaine
I started writing poems, short ones from my childhood. They were either crumpled and thrown away by myself or I just tore them away. After some time, my passion was extinguished and I experienced a sterile period, a kind of dormancy within myself. But yesterday ie 21st June 2006, something sparked inside me and I knew I could write poems again. And I thank God for that!
- As I Burn Fair
David Blaine Poems
Ye Pirates! They commence forth Swindling gold, swushing swords. With skeletons' support masts They arrive in Devil's red glory!
Teach Me How To Smile
My son, teach me how to smile. So many years polluting my soul I've forgotten how to smile. I keep a catalogue now
To The Interview...
The situation: Few seconds prior to the author's Infosys Interview. The author was next in line and was waiting outside the interview room. The author's terror is being portrayed here....Scroll down and you'll feel it too.
The Broilers And Me
Trembling in fear or amusement, rustling their feathers cramped up in their 3 by 3 inch space, the hens
My Existence In Question Here!
'Are you alive? '
To Break Free Into Oblivion
Hurt down by unseen chains, I wept For a twinkle in the dark sky; A reminder, that dreams are still alive I craved for a spark, to flare my embers.
Two Seconds Of Happiness
Two seconds of Happiness is All that I ask for; Battles of uphill heldforth, Burdens and Cut-throats withheld,
Dead silence blares through the air Silent tears roll down resolute faces Aches of heart slice the air A funeral is on its way, behold.
I'm falling deep down under I'm losing everything, I surrender This vanity inside of me That is tearing me free
Curse This Act!
Curse this act of the Devil, the Satan and Lucifer Pulverising my organ of life Depriving me of my what little energy Leaving me depressed for those momentary flashes of joy
The Eudemon Sweeper
Early morning he wakes up Packs his clothes and ties his shoes Picks his broom and sweeps the lane He's the village sweeper.
Pain Of Heart
Sitting in this dingy room Unloved and uncared for I feel darkness close in on me Like vultures on poor little ponies
Love Comes To Me, In Full Blast
There she was, standing in the doorway I stared at her, like a cracker on the highway. She looked like an angel, send down just to be stared I was sent too, but all I wanted was to get fared.
I Apologize No More! Life's Wisdom
I said it once, twice and thrice no more I believe my life, as a whole is not a whore. All those upheavals and breakdown
Teach Me How To Smile
My son, teach me how to smile.
So many years polluting my soul
I've forgotten how to smile.
I keep a catalogue now
office smile, party smile, home smile
barring my teeth like monkeys do;
trying to out smile
with fellow 'future generation'.