Fiascoes...

>> Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Embedded amid layers of
dusty twaddle, I’d found
another belief for life
that need not be reconciled
into our demeanor.


It was then I’d discovered
that profanity too had its purpose
what stayed was the knowledge
of leading a double life
one sealed from the other.


A halve fantasized love,
wallowed in complexities,
relished deceptions,
then a brouhaha followed
which chose you and failure.


A separate fraction idealized
glorious adventures,
sublime joys, delicious stupor
that wishes naught
resents none but sinks deeper.


Between body and soul’s
relentless funeral
I’d wished to grab
that swinish material
an otherworldly pleasure.


Former was the premise
and latter a pretext, though
I can engage no more
in futile perspectives
and possible allures.


I’m always tired, never sure
if I'd prefer to conclude
this treacherous encounter
as my luckiest moments
are in quest of failures.

17 comments:

Alok August 7, 2007 at 7:28 AM  

worth the wait!

read it couple of times especially the 6th and the 7th strophe ....
couldnt just help it

"embedded amid layers of dusty twaddle" hits you that something special is gonna come ... something that is gonna stay with someone for long....

its very (very) special aria with interwoven layers of unspoken sophistication .....

take care

alok

AakASH!!! August 7, 2007 at 8:27 AM  

And yet these beliefs, stashes away under teh dusty cottonwool of of everyday lives, offer us the chances to redeem our fancies.

I have always believed, journeys are not about destinations, but the part in reaching there. :)

As always, loved it.

Nash August 7, 2007 at 9:49 AM  

Will you lend me your mind ? For a day or two I want to think like you and experience what goes in your mind when you write certain things.
"Between body and soul’s
relentless funeral"
This line bowled me over.

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts August 7, 2007 at 9:51 AM  

I can engage no more
in futile perspectives
and possible allure

Thats what I thought too..before one came calling and then I could no longer resist.

I wonder how long will you be able to resist......
Temptation they say grew up in the devils backyard...
Cheers
z

aria August 8, 2007 at 2:08 AM  

Alok.. Thank you :) Really glad, you liked.

Aakash.. Journeys, one embraks on certain ones, even if they know the 'destination'.. maybe not exactly but moderately, so you are right, perhaps.. Thanks. :)

Nash.. That's actually a nice idea @ lending mind. I would love to have your mind for sometime, to know 'how you read my stuff' Thanks a lot.

Zofo .. you said it!
*grin* @ Devil's backyard. I can only echo that!
Thank you :)

vi August 8, 2007 at 4:47 PM  

Former was the premise
and latter a pretext, though
I can engage no more
in futile perspectives
and possible allures.


Hmmm :-?

You have a way with words!

Equivocationalist August 9, 2007 at 2:45 PM  

i respectfully and breviloquently concur with the antecedental observations, voiced more coherantly that i can, at present, contrive. suffice to say you give me pause for thought, as ever. i like the idea of the duality of our existence, often retaining a sheltered self that fails to acknowledge how we compromise our ideals.

i can't quite tell if the illicit encounter you suggest is with a former paramour or if it's something of a less concrete nature. either way, you express the feeling well, and make me feel guilty for not posting in a while ;). keep it up.

parikrama August 10, 2007 at 10:14 PM  

I give up :)


p.s. : I tried for well over 3 days (to come up with some intelligent comment)

aria August 11, 2007 at 4:03 AM  

Vi .. thanks :)

Equivocationalist .. don't feel bad about not posting and thanks for your comment. As usual, it read better than my poem :)

IW .. Issi bahaane hi sahi .. you thought about me (well indirectly) for three days .. Thank you :D

Inconsequential August 11, 2007 at 12:48 PM  

brouhaha :)

wonderful piece :)

asuph August 12, 2007 at 10:41 PM  

aria!

I don't think I need to say anything, everything has been said. It's lot more accessible than some other poems that you have written lately, but once you are in that territory, you cannot hide behind ambiguity. And here you don't need to, at all.

I can engage no more
in futile perspectives
and possible allures


Amazing! Very very interesting stroke (I always think of your poems as a canvas, a delicate watercolor painting -- not oil painting where one can discard a stroke) there: possible allures...

-asuph.

Arthur Quiller Couch August 13, 2007 at 6:00 AM  

You used to be able to write prose too.

Kalyan August 14, 2007 at 12:04 AM  

Very true...sometimes our luckiest moments occurs in the quest for failures only...very well written words!

aria August 14, 2007 at 5:22 AM  

Inconsequential .. Thank you :)

Asuph .. Thanks a lot.. :) That watercolor analogy was so beautiful….

Arthur .. Hi! Long long time since you stumbled on my blog and as far as I remember you’d commented even then on a so-called poetry of mine. Well.. I don’t know if I’m “able” but I try my hand in both genres (poetry & prose) .. I do get the drift, of what you mean .. perhaps it’s time for some prose .. only if I get some ‘inspiration’ . :D Thanks for the visit ..

Kalyan .. welcome to my blog and thanks for your appreciation :)

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts August 15, 2007 at 2:34 AM  

thanks aria for your lovely comment.
Appreciate it a lot. The inspiration was provided by this here.. sort of worked me up a bit and had to come down on the straight and sublime again..
cheers
z
http://zofo09.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!70AF0E8D7E855912!8433.trak

indicaspecies September 12, 2007 at 7:14 AM  

My first visit to your blog and I find a lot of interesting stuff here. Shall return for more shortly. :)

Kunjubi September 21, 2009 at 7:17 AM  

"Between body and soul’s
relentless funeral
I’d wished to grab
that swinish material
another worldly pleasure."

Many things can happen in that most vulnerable sphere of the mind; and no one is an exception.Still the life meanders forward, with a song of optimism.
Salutes!

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