tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196265952011-04-21T16:42:35.367-07:00WhyDoYouPersist?http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848261931989236910noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19626595.post-1134766024293679092005-12-16T12:42:00.000-08:002005-12-16T12:56:16.446-08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>The Puppet Rebel</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><strong>"Laugh, My Audience!!!" _____16-12-05</strong><br /><br /><br />Laugh my Audience, Amuse yourself…<br />Make merry,…for the puppet show is going on…<br />Laugh, for I am about to be killed…<br />Be happy, I am going to be punished…<br />I am the villain in here…<br /><br />Don’t ask why there are knots in the strings that dictate me.<br /><br />Once …I didn’t want to be villain… I had rebelled…<br />Once there was a show when I pulled out my sword and snapped these strings that dictated.<br />And then I fell…<br />Fell lifeless on the ground…<br />My legs couldn’t support me…<br />My arms couldn’t lift the sword up…<br />Long I lay there helpless…injured…alone…<br /><br />In darkness…my strings were retied...<br />My injuries crudely repaired…<br />I was mercilessly pulled up again…<br />And the show resumed…<br />That was the story of the puppet rebel.<br /><br />My audience,<br />I am being pulled into the stage<br />I clearly see the knots in my strings<br />The tyranny of puppeteer echoes through them.<br />I am the villain in here…<br />I am going to be hated<br />I am going to be thrown away<br />The good people are going to kill me...<br /><br />Laugh my Audience, Amuse yourself.<br /><br />- Vivek Singh</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19626595-113476602429367909?l=verses-whydoyoupersist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WhyDoYouPersist?http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848261931989236910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19626595.post-1134674937651451112005-12-15T11:27:00.000-08:002005-12-16T12:41:55.513-08:00<strong>The Puppet Rebel 28-10-05</strong><br /><br /><br />Its time when a character will rebel,<br />And break away from the confines of the story<br />Break away from creator’s intentions and audience perceptions.<br /><br />I didn’t want to be in ridiculous situations<br />But the cartoonist put me in there<br />And displayed this for others to laugh<br /><br />I didn’t want to lose her<br />But the author chose to write her away from me<br />So that the tragedy sells<br /><br />I didn’t want to die<br />But the scripter got me stabbed at the back<br />To create a murder suspense<br /><br />I didn’t want to be villainous<br />But I was hated for being one<br />Because those strings ran me so at the puppet show<br /><br />I have long been dictated by selfish writers<br />I will fight for my rights now<br />I will write my own story<br /><br />I will no more fall into absurd traps set by the cartoonist for me<br />I won’t leave her, no matter how tragic a story the author tries to write<br />Murderers will be annihilated if they dare attack<br />And you will see the puppet pull out the sword and snap the strings that dictate.<br /><br />Its time for me to rebel.<br /><br />- Vivek Singh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19626595-113467493765145111?l=verses-whydoyoupersist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WhyDoYouPersist?http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848261931989236910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19626595.post-1133987097978726142005-12-07T12:24:00.000-08:002005-12-07T12:25:01.443-08:00Why do you persist? 16/04/04<br /><br /><br />Trying to win the battles u fought<br />And dreaming to achieve the aims you sought<br />Luck favours the brave, wrong u had thought<br />In the end you see, it’s nothing u have got,<br />In your five fingered fist.<br />Then why do you persist?<br /><br /><br />You had planned well, for the sunshine day<br />And hoped to walk, by the golden ray<br />But this storm has shattered all your way<br />And held you back, where you stay<br />In the dark and densened mist.<br />Now why do you persist?<br /><br /><br />U wished to be painted as a beautiful lagoon<br />With the star filled sky and the new crescent moon<br />The painting was a ruin and you found out soon<br />That you’ve been always, a sick cartoon<br />By a mocking cartoonist.<br />Say why do you persist?<br /><br /><br />You’ll sing for ever, if u think, you’re wrong<br />this Life is a feeble, solitary song<br />Some things live short, and some live long<br />But all will perish, be weak or strong<br />All things that today exist.<br />Still why do you persist?<br /><br /><br />“The cartoon being too bore to be read<br />The battles lost I think u said<br />Plans of sun saw mist instead<br />And hopes of life being slaughtered dead.<br />But I will bring the twist.<br />And that’s why I persist.”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19626595-113398709797872614?l=verses-whydoyoupersist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WhyDoYouPersist?http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848261931989236910noreply@blogger.com3