>> Friday, August 29, 2008

along muddy, trash-strewn lanes
past taverns and hotels, I linger
whiskeyed eyes peering through
tree-lined boulevards,
fogged over windows up on heights
where exists a large mansion,
betwixt darkened verandas
little plays take place
in the alleys of my mind

there are three of us,
a family, you, me and our love,
playful, affectionate, mournful,
prattling, hushed, I dart ahead
like a honeybee tasting modest delights
in the strange sanctuary of darkness
afloat on stilled black waters
drifting in slow aimless swirls

thus we wander, left and right
around boulders and bushes
cuffed, rolled, embraced
whence fire roars all the way
in a curled conflagration,
burning ancient sins, until at last
nothing remains of you or me
except a smoldering pile of char

enflamed dramas, send me reeling
back to toss and writhe in my cot,
crying like a baby in swamp,
I’d sleep all my life, assaulted by
night exaltations, morning terrors,
while someplace far off,
you’d careen about the skies,
a wandering star or comet
due to return in a distant future.


Nash August 29, 2008 at 8:27 PM  

"a wandering star or comet
due to return in a distant future"

Surreal, swirling and very Aria like especially the last stanza :-)

Anonymous August 30, 2008 at 2:48 AM  

I'm once again taking an extended blogging break due to shifting to a new place...just checked my blog today only after a long time....anyway another beautiful poignant poem from you with lovely words...the weaving of the words is amazing...STAY WELL!

Pushkar Arora August 30, 2008 at 12:40 PM  

Where's the 'Cinematic" part?

aria August 30, 2008 at 12:48 PM  

Nash.. thank you :)

Kalyan.. again? ohh all the best. thank you ..enjoy the break.. take care :)

Pushkar.. hehe @ cinematic part! Cinematic part is censored .. you want an exclusive peek? ;) thanks for dropping by.

The Wandering Hermit August 31, 2008 at 4:36 AM  

Reading this conjured up visions of something straight out of a Poe story or old Victorian literature (Wuthering Heights in particular).. and countryside along the moors.. laden with mist which hangs low and brooding landscapes..

Beautifully written as always...

MAN IN PAINTING August 31, 2008 at 8:35 AM  

This was Surreal..
reminded me of paintings..lot of images.. some them very dynamic too..
There was mystery ..
As always the mamoth(2m or 1m) inside me became frozen by the shifting of cold waves.. and it will remain there for centuries..
future generations will comment after seeing that frozen mamoth..
" another Aria fan!"..
me have a cartoon
'Rag'ging to riches..
do visit..

Think Tank August 31, 2008 at 8:40 AM speechless...u've been tagged btw

aria August 31, 2008 at 2:01 PM  

Zofo.. thank you. I have something for those derelict stuff and erstwhile writings... perhaps that got reflected here.. :)

Man in Painting.. as usual, your comments are a treat like your posts.. thanks much.

Thank Tank.. hope you are feeling better now.. thanks for appreciating and a biiiig sigh for tagging :)

d SINNER!!! August 31, 2008 at 2:06 PM  


coming back after a gap and hmm, i missed a few it seems...


impersonator September 2, 2008 at 2:56 AM  

hi have you been? beautiful bard...

aria September 2, 2008 at 4:16 AM  

Hello Neha.. welcome back.. glad to see you back.. checked all your blogs yesterday but couldn't find an update.. shall try again.. you too take care.. thanks for remembering me :)

Hi Impersonator! have been the same.. hope you are also doing well.. thank you for dropping by. :)

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