>> Friday, April 4, 2008

A cursory glance confirms; love couldn’t destory her. It's avuncular sort, the kind retired cricketers possess for bats. She resolves to dream of him, he is impishly defiantly absent.

She distrusts new feelings, like tickets to a circus. Amorphous shakes would tumble the detritus of a poet. She desires a ruse, are you her muse?


Kunjubi April 4, 2008 at 12:48 PM  

"Amorphous shakes would tumble the detritus of a poet. She desires a ruse, are you her muse?" creativty
coupled with imagination of the highest degree can only produce such words,procreating riposte resonance of emotions in the heart..Food for thought!This craft is unique. congaratulations. cheers.kunjubi

New Buddha April 4, 2008 at 7:45 PM  

She must get out of her confines and discover there is more to this world than him and her. Expansion is the key. Therein lies the muse. And that's the ruse.:)

Nash April 5, 2008 at 12:07 AM  

Aria! Lovely! She is searching a new muse? Can I be the next? :-) I like this 55 words style. It tells many stories.

aria April 5, 2008 at 1:27 AM  

Kunjubi.. Thank you. :) As usual, you are too generous but that felt good.

New Budhdha.. Welcome to my blog. What she or he 'must' do is subjective and whether they prefer expansion or contraction is purely their prerogative. I'll rather let them be.. but thanks for your perspective. It goes quite well with your handle :D

Nash.. I wanted to experiment in this genre precisely coz of that @ tells many stories. You are pretty close to what I meant. Thanks a lot :)

Casperbaba April 5, 2008 at 2:27 AM  

Kuch hila tha shaayad,
Meri baaju par tanga,
Who ishq wala bajuband,
Toot gaya hai shaayad,
Toota hi toh hai.
Bikhrey se motiyon jaisey,
Kuch ehsaason ko chunna hai
Chunna hi toh hai.
Chunn lo na.

Alok April 5, 2008 at 7:04 AM  

first thing I checked after reading this post was whether it is 55 days since u last posted :) ... it always feels good to read you ... esp the analogies that you draw out of mundane and routine ...

well Indian cricketers should actually contemplate going the politician way for once and say "I am resigning (retiring) owning moral responsibility" :) and enjoy the smell of worn out wood (they do depreciate with time even if have not been put to proper use)... Anyways I am perhaps one of those Indi Cricket fans who expects too much from their team ...

But then this is not a post on cricket and I shouldn't make this one :) just couldn't resist the irony :)

loved "She distrusts new feelings, like tickets to a circus" couldn't have been better described ...


impersonator April 7, 2008 at 3:25 AM  

Hello Aria,

"She desires a ruse, are you her muse?"

Is there a sequel after? what I want to know is...what will they be doing next? You managed to surprise with something striking and new... never before I read a 55 word story

Sidebar paintings are very cool... in harmony with writings and adding splendour. I fell in love with second photo. It is adorable. Where did you find it?

"Everything here, even sincerity is an act, bitterly performed."

Bravo! I would say...enticingly performed.


asuph April 7, 2008 at 5:12 AM  

(kicking himself now for that last comment -- on previous poem)

let me say this to start with: it's way better than my first attempt ;-). but that doesn't do justice. you must (oops) explore this genre more. you've a flair for it.


nayantara April 7, 2008 at 9:57 AM  

Very strange and exciting, that last line.
And makes me wonder...

aria April 7, 2008 at 11:07 AM  

Casper.. waah! Lovely esp liked the line 'ishq wala bajuband'.. thanks :)

Alok.. Indian cricket is back in sore strait. Our cricketers don’t really retire.. they are shown the door. Thankfully, when Sachin isn’t playing I don’t care for cricket, which saved me from heartburn after that terrible last match. I don’t think we expect too much from them.. they do too little and earn too much (the only exception being the one and the only – you know who :D)
Thank you, as always, for your lovely comment.

Impersonator.. thats a neat idea @sequel. I’ll give it a thought. I read my first fifty-five-word story on Asuph’s blog. Since then had been intending to give it a proper shot.. primarily to cure my verbosity. I’m glad you liked the paintings. I’ve a collection from here and there.. saved since ages . .I've something for colors. These days my favorite time-pass is adding widgets and pictures on my page :D perhaps I’ll add a few more. Thank you for dropping by.

Asuph.. please don’t kick yourself. I need few kicks, myself. I cannot really promise to stay in a different mood. I might get back to my catharsis mode yet again.. not my fault you see.. after I am done with ‘one’ .. I need ‘another one’ – if you know what I mean :D thanks for your comments.. missed them… and I’m really glad to hear.. my fifty-five word effort isn’t vain.

Nayantara.. lovely name. Welcome to my blog and thanks for being kind enough to drop a line.

vi April 8, 2008 at 7:45 PM  

:D love your choice of words (if/when i understand them)
Interesting concept! Aur story bhi interesting...searching for a muse...? :)

aria April 10, 2008 at 10:35 AM  

Vi.. thank you! great to see you.. hope you gonna update soon..
as for muse .. :D just keeping my eyes open.. hehe

The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts April 11, 2008 at 3:39 AM  

Dreams are only a precursor to reality so don't worry the muse will come along shortly and then the scene will be set for a good ruse...

aria April 11, 2008 at 8:16 AM  

Zofo .. I guess you are right :D
that was so very well said .. thank you for dropping by :)

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