>> Saturday, July 26, 2008

11 AM:

I’ve had my coffee plus bread plus vodka,
my pulse racing along at a merry clip, alert and shaky
despite all, love kindles, there were worse lives after all
it’s always possible, even in the ashes of our long-over lives
something stirs, a phoenix, bad as it is, lets get fried

I look at him, a preposterous fake house on a fake hill
dredged up from the swamp, the very preposterousness of life,
his callused fingers whispering in my palm, inflames love
we love each other for one night , singing songs
watching wheeling constellations, a perfect encounter,
not to be repeated, like the best last line of beloved hymn,
a graceful arc from the bright, or certain death
in the dark impenetrable mystery of forest.

11 PM :

My descent into sleep is contaminated
controlled by your words, my dreams shaped by them
the waking mind sculpted by artistry of your verses
in their convoluted metaphors and sublime parapets
moves love now, all day and night, tracking down its prey
suddenly leaping upon it with a brutal fury
rolling over, in soft rust-colored pine needles
burying its hungry mouth in the warm body

it requires no purpose or objective in this world
to be justified or desired, where we’ve fallen
amid groggy sated and confused, whispering lullaby words
let the soil below stink, turning into a scarlet muck
let us crawl through it until our mouths and nostrils replete
and we drown in it with our hands on each other’s throats
I no longer resist this love. I relish it.


Nash July 26, 2008 at 5:29 AM  

Whoa! It kept building on my senses. As I read the last line my pulse was also racing. Loved all the twists and turns. And the final line. I know I know.

aria July 26, 2008 at 10:30 AM  

Hey Nash! Thank you very much for reading.. good to have at least one regular reader.. :D hope you are enjoying your weekend. tc.

Perry Strange July 27, 2008 at 6:53 AM  

oh... fantastic!

"last line of a beloved hymn", "let's get fried" (heh)...

... but most especially, "where we’ve fallen/ amid groggy sated and confused, whispering lullaby words".

... and "I relish it." too, actually. I always get caught up in the tasty imagery, so sometimes I miss the pivotal bit... not so here. That line has the poem by the throat.

aria July 27, 2008 at 1:17 PM  

Thank you Perry :) glad you liked.. was trying something 'different' from my usual crap.. wasn't sure if it'd work.. :)

Alok July 27, 2008 at 7:43 PM  

loved the imagery in this ... very visual ... the contrast between the two parts is striking ... the poem is shouting to be read aloud ... very nice


MAN IN PAINTING July 28, 2008 at 5:42 AM  

Don't you think MIP is your regular reader?
But I have a surprise for you..
For all the beauty of "terminal moraine...
Do check my blog..
A surprise..!

parikrama July 28, 2008 at 8:10 AM  

Yeh "S" kaun hein ? We MUST talk lady.. err.. On the contrary I am NOT talking with you.. Itna badaa dhokhaa :(

p.s : Don't bluff me by saying he is "Sachin".. Mein buddhu hu, par itnaa bhi nahi.

aria July 28, 2008 at 10:20 AM  

Alok.. thanks much, your comments are valued.


Man in Painting .. thanks a heap.. I checked it out.. and it was pleasant surprise .. thanks again n again for this sweet gesture.. inspiring for me.. :) I'll try checking others in that list too .. of course you are very kind and also a regular reader .. what matters more is that you write beautifully. I'll sleep happily tonight. take care :)


IW .. Dhoka? Maine diya? AApko? who is S ? I didnt understand and if you wont talk to me I'll technically be on maunvrat .. kyunki waise bhi no one talks to me these days .. you hardly talk either .. par mera kasoor kya hai .. what did I do?

parikrama July 28, 2008 at 6:18 PM  

I was referring to your comment on asuph's tag post "Changes due to significant other" ;-)

Casperbaba July 28, 2008 at 11:15 PM  

ah! i so missed reading you.
guess things have taken turns from the time i went missing.

Bang on... a slap for love... a run for desire... awake to the feelings.

aria July 28, 2008 at 11:54 PM  

This is going to be long ..

IW.. grrrr.. that! I must've commented eons ago.. and you've woken up to it now. first reply is - if any (as)S was significant I would've taken that tag. even more serious reply - I had left that comment intentionally to see if you react.. for so many days you'd been mum and now this .. huh I should be angry not you. Kya solid comments de rahe they aap uske baad waale post par .. aur yahaan mujhsey se ladaai kar rahe hain. ultaaa

waise sabse serious jawaab hai .. that I have taken sanyaas.. ab toh ek hi S hai meri life mein.. Shri Ram .. ahem .. (the guy on NDTV imagine is damn S***) bhagwaan kare aapke jeewan mein bhi koi S(ita) aa jaaye .. main toh dhokebaaz hoon na..
and now I am on maunvrat..

aria July 28, 2008 at 11:57 PM  

Casper . .welcome back.. where had you been? Ok I'll check your blog for updates. Nice to have you back. thanks for dropping by and comments on this and the previous post .. and its nice to differ. :)

The Wandering Hermit July 29, 2008 at 12:58 PM  

Though I left a comment here but don't see it here..

A sweet sultry read Aria..
(Coffee with Vodka !! well that used to be usual fare at one time with me too)

aria July 29, 2008 at 9:52 PM  

Zofo.. how does it taste? I don't drink vodka :D I'd written whiskey and soda once.. this time around.. I thought probably Vodka and coffee sounds more poetic and different. In fact I don't even like coffee. I am more of a 'chai' person. thank you for dropping by .. always a pleasure.. reading your words.

Pushkar Singh August 12, 2008 at 9:13 AM  

Reading this, feels such a sultry yet a yin yang experience....

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