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>> Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Each day proves apocalyptic for some dreams
ruins a relationship, shatters few illusions.
Ever-fucked situations repeat themselves too regularly
to be a mental aberration, unless I am mentally aberrant
and unreality is going to worsen as life becomes unendurable.


Given my penchant for impetuosity, I do not grieve
those mocking look in your eyes, sometimes grinding, or a roar
which crackled without exuding genuine admiration
since there seems only an unsnarling existence left for me
whose waywardness constitutes its only authority
and provides its primary diversion.


--

Duh! wailing the wail that authenticates
the final act of a classical tragedy, I know
It wasn’t an ecstatic union, though I must be taught to renounce
the great narcissistic illusion of rapture
for I always am in love with
a shilly-shallying, namby-pamby,
fence-stranding, vacillating drifter.


Dash it- my nebulous nirvana,
you’ve got a mind, don’t you?
I hate the mosaic it makes, ergo
drunken eroticism is the only passionate life I choose
and shall reap my lonely harvest.
Yes, I’m more than ‘disappointed’
but you were so full with insinuations
and had other preferences anyway ..

22 comments:

Kalyan October 16, 2007 at 12:51 AM  

lovely words...you have crafted them so beautifully...the moment & thoughts has been very well narrated and it is so realistic in today's world, which most of us face in our daily lives....wonderful!

Nash October 16, 2007 at 1:55 AM  

Whoaa. Welcome back and what a come back !! Checked your blog everyday. As usual love the choice of words and enjoyed the tone or rather the taunt ? :-)

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts October 16, 2007 at 4:07 PM  

As that old rouge Bill Clinton used to say "I, feel your pain"....

I have no illusions of love or for that matter lust left now.. It always disappointed me before and will do so again.... sucks being a romantic I know.. But Cynicism is a potent healer don't you think?

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts October 16, 2007 at 4:16 PM  

Are you on Facebook Aria?

aria October 17, 2007 at 1:10 AM  

Kalyan .. Thank you :) I'm glad you liked.

Nash .. hello and thanks for checking on me. :) Its nice to know you enjoyed coz it wasn't really a verse but the result of verbal diarrhea :D

Zofo .. aah .. so you empathize. Thanks :)
I'm not on facebook.. actually yesterday I was pondering over creating a profile on orkut but then just didn't .. I'm sure people don't generally like being in touch with me *sigh* I usually write mails (once a while) to some .. :)

Priyamvada_K October 17, 2007 at 5:28 PM  
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Priyamvada_K October 17, 2007 at 5:43 PM  

"I always am in love with
a shilly-shallying, namby-pamby,
fence-stranding, vacillating drifter."

Ah, but for some reasons, bad boys have their attractions. Women have in years before, and more women will in the years to come - hit their heads on the wall over this
:(

Loved the above lines and the last part about the insinuations. Quite an unusual poem.

Priya.

vi October 18, 2007 at 4:13 PM  

flower is back!!!flower is back!!!flower is back!!!

Ok now for the poetry hmmm....hmmm...typically you :)

Loved it!

aria October 18, 2007 at 11:23 PM  

Priya .. Yeah you are right @ bad boys. :D also, "unusual" is the word .. that could describe this 'poem'. Thank you so much for dropping by.

Vi .. Thank you thank you. :) Perhaps, I was away coz you were missing too :D & now I'm waiting for the second part on your blog ..

Aditya October 19, 2007 at 4:09 AM  

I like your blog. Keep writing.Your blog is nice. I think you should add your blog at www.blogadda.com and let more people discover your blog. It's a great place for Indian bloggers to be in and I am sure it would do wonders for your blog.

asuph October 19, 2007 at 6:17 AM  

Glad to see you writing again. Liked the change of tone. Still not in your sublime league. But then, now that you're back, I'm sure it's just around the corner.

keep writing,
asuph

Equivocationalist October 19, 2007 at 7:31 AM  

You use such beautiful words, aria. It's a joy to be back, from my peripatetic wanderings, to share them. In lieu of my erstwhile absence, I hope you don't mind a non-sequitur paean, regarding a previous posting: Interlude.

I love the words "They contained a shred of truth, though wrapped round on impenetrable lies"

You're great at writing emotionally-loaded non-rhyming verse, but i wonder if you've given thought to rhyming verse? I'd be interested to see what you'd come up with :)

aria October 20, 2007 at 2:36 AM  

Aditya .. Thanks .. but is that spam? Anyhow, I don't mind adding my blog there .. will do that and wait for "wonders" :)

Asuph .. I'm really struggling these days .. sublime will take a long time :( (if at all) Thank you for dropping by. :)

Equivocationalist .. Great to see you back. I'm horrible in rhymes..not that I'm great otherwise .. but its my dream to write rhyming verses .. you know, the classic kinds. I try rhyming occasionally.. the poem titled paroxysms in my other blog was one such try .. you can check if you want but I'll surely try again .. :D Thank you for your comment.

wizard October 20, 2007 at 8:16 AM  

aria,

i'm not even worried. struggle you will, but before long, it will be back to sublime.

cheers,
asuph

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts October 21, 2007 at 9:17 AM  

Do not go gently into the night..
rage, rage. rage against the dying of the light..
Dylan Thomas.
No matter what happens.. Aria. Never, Ever Give into depression..
Life is full of disappointments and with the passing of every day one gets more cynical but one must also fight against it..

I was asking about facebook there are a few groups there that you might have enjoyed participating in.
Anyways hang in there
cheers
z

aria October 21, 2007 at 9:43 PM  

Asuph .. Thank you. That makes me feel better. :) Btw, I like the wizard handle.

Zofo .. I sometimes wonder if I need any reason for depression or I'm inherently depressing but that was really nice of you .. Thank you :)

@Groups on facebook.. I've no idea about these networking sites .. all I know is that ppl send something called scraps through them.
Do tell me more when you 've time or just tell me which groups are you in .. I'll come over to stalk you .. :D

Nikks!!!!! October 21, 2007 at 11:43 PM  

Oh gosh!! hw cum u write better dan before... hats-off to you..
Duh! wailing the wail that authenticates
the final act of a classical tragedy...... wat a fabulous concoction.. amazing.. :<)

Ps: Hey m sorry for nt living upto my commitments of writin those blogs.. actlly... due to other occupancies n sumtimes my own letharginess i ws nt able to channelise my thots to write anything productive... nd thnx fo reminding me.. atleast got to knw dat u care fo readin my posts... u wil c 1 in a short time... keep visiting.. :-)

asuph October 22, 2007 at 2:38 AM  

i have no idea what the wizard profile is. it keeps on surfacing every once in a while! very strange. i can't even access that profile!

Alok October 22, 2007 at 7:11 AM  

loved the last two stanzas ... very aria like and brilliant like aria

alok

aria October 22, 2007 at 9:13 PM  

Nikks .. Thank you & I do understand coz I myself am prone to disappearing acts. I keep losing interest off and on but sooner or later .. am back. Take your time :)

Asuph .. hehehe now thats one interesting problem. Quite funny but the handle 'wizard' seems apt for this google antic.

Alok .. Welcome back! Thank you :)

parikrama October 25, 2007 at 9:29 PM  

>> a shilly-shallying, namby-pamby,
fence-stranding, vacillating drifter.

Am gonna borrow your lines and put them up in my blogger profile. Those lines so aptly describe me, especially the vacillating drifter bit :)

Yu have filed this under "vent-elation".. This sure sounded like a vent ! Seems like the trademark melancholia has given way to angst.. wonder which one of the two is a lesser evil. *sigh* Take Care..

Inconsequential October 30, 2007 at 2:44 PM  

You know, I'm so sure i'd read these and left some form of glowing praise...

but it would appear I did not.

Fine words, my dear, fine words.

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