>> Thursday, November 29, 2007

Like the sky, pale as linen
I wish to hang low over horizon
and meet the blackened earth,
or like the setting sun
I want to dip lower and lower,
turning the western sky copper and gold
as shadows lengthen across the ground
creeping out, like grotesque monsters.

I’m looking out for that first person,
who wouldn’t notice my bruises and contusions,
and won’t appear the least bit tempted
to inquire after my puffy lip.

I’ll be the sparkling blend, of fortified beer and wine,
to be enjoyed in measured sips, and when you say
you want only a taste, you would have just that; in fact.

Risk is a wonderful stimulus
you can cruise around me,
this tender picture in it’s petrified frame
and have a kind of grip on it,
visually anyway, for if you trip
it is too complicated.

Expecting something within me
to break or bloom, I feel so holy.
This is how; reality punishes you for innocence
it turned me into, a crustacean.


vi November 29, 2007 at 4:10 PM  

oo la la...beautiful esp. liked the first stanza :)

Alok November 30, 2007 at 5:49 AM  

loved the first three para immensely ...

and I could so well identify with "Expecting something within me
to break or bloom, I feel so holy" ...

its gr8 to see u post again ... saw ur comment on ur last page ... hope u r doing better with ur health ...


The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts November 30, 2007 at 9:04 AM  

Risk is a wonderful stimulus
absolutely agree with this.. again you write words that I would have loved to have written myself.
The walls we build around ourselves sometimes cage us behind them, not allowing one to break on through to the other side... But do not despair for time is a circle and the good times WILL come back when understanding comes with a new dawn.... Hope.. just hope

Inconsequential November 30, 2007 at 12:47 PM  

I don't get the crustacean bit...
But enjoyed the piece.
And have a preference for the penultimate verse...

Good stuff.

aria December 1, 2007 at 4:55 PM  

Vi.. thank you. :) Actually the first stanza could've been a little poem in itself .. but verbose that I am .. you know :)

Alok.. Thanks.. :) Health well .. its 50-50 though I'm better .. at least no fever since last two days.. the weather is odd and I'm careless as usual. If someone shows concern I've this bad habit of going on & on with my woes .. hehe thanks again :D

Zofo .. hope .. I'm in the process of abandoning every kind of hope though I really wonder if I've succeeded. Thanks for giving your perspective. Lovely words you write . .everywhere :)

Inconsequential .. Somebody else too had said about not getting the crustacean bit .. its just about being in the shell .. if you know what I mean .. I'm glad you liked the verse that I like the most, myself.. thank you :)

Inconsequential December 1, 2007 at 10:48 PM  

Doh!...of course, I really should have got that!

So tired all the time...and will be 'till xmas is done...

Anyway, thank you, I needed that informational nudge :)

And thank you also for visiting my blog. It's nice to have traffic.

aria December 2, 2007 at 10:49 AM  

Ohh Merry X'mas in advance . .I'll remember to wish you on 25th (on your page, of course) :) And I love visiting you, I don't visit many but the few I do .. are cherished.

parikrama December 3, 2007 at 12:40 AM  

How I wish I could sit across the table (or wherever that you pen your lines) and watch you write such wonderfully evocative lines. Must be a beautiful sight, that :)

Needless to say, enjoyed reading this offering aswell.

aria December 5, 2007 at 6:26 PM  

Thank you IW. Thats so sweet. If you are really watching me 'then' I'll rather scribble some romantic lines. *ahem*

asuph December 5, 2007 at 8:55 PM  

Mature wine, this is. You're getting back into the sublime zone. And I'm not surprised. The punctuation has baffled me though...


IW: kya baat hai miyaan! aap shaayar hi ban jao ab.

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