implausible...

>> Sunday, August 24, 2008

I am in these verses,
improbably evolved into somebody else already
there is little left for me to imitate or fantasize
the temptation to quash oneself, become imperfect
a sham, looking like myself
sounding like myself, even laying claim to
convenient scraps of my stories, and yet
beneath the disguise of me, someone entirely other.


Speculate, will you? speculation requires
a gambler’s taste for running a risk
daring to tamper with the taboo
which has marked my own past
try your luck, make your mistakes, overdo, undo
follow an imaginative line that yields nothing,
then something might creep in this mess,
rounded, pointed, structured
projecting the illusion of having been
spontaneously generated, coincidental,

untidy and improbably probable, as love.

How violently my mood wavers

radiant with a crude forcefulness
anguishing heartache stricken minutes later
it might subordinate you to me,
everything exists in generous proportions
an infatuation with the exciting fullness of
a wavering presence, which made you visualize
bold carnality with mists of innocence hanging over
that might enable you to go somewhere

for it is only in part the urge to suppress
the sudden-lit fire, to feel against your palm
beneath this soft plump mass of flesh
the power of my heart.....

Go figure!

13 comments:

aria August 24, 2008 at 12:51 PM  

This again.. isnt a poem.. few random lines scribbled, just for the heck of it ..

parikrama August 24, 2008 at 7:00 PM  

This isn't a comment, just as your poem isn't a poem. Buss yu hee, just to say 'hi' and a happy monday morning :)

AshenGlow August 24, 2008 at 10:36 PM  

To fir theek he madddam...
Lovely it is.. your scribbles...
theres somethin magnetic in the lines that makes me want to read the next word even before i end reading the previous one. It's like i had gone without food for the last whole week.. i almost gormandize on them.. Heh..

Pushkar Arora August 25, 2008 at 12:04 AM  

Even your scribbles are great...

RiverSoul August 25, 2008 at 1:46 AM  

Your work is not a scribble. Its a real poem.

Why do you think its a scribble?

Well written.

Me a rhymer too.
:)
Do visit.
:)

ray August 25, 2008 at 3:29 AM  

Hi ,

I was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be very good.. u write well.. Why don't you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog ‘Terminal Moraine’ took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;

BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run www.rambhai.com where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!

This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. :)

Cheers,

aria August 25, 2008 at 6:19 AM  

IW.. *sigh* is all I can say in reply to your Hi .. rest shall remain unsaid.. and I know you would never 'understand' why I sighed .. :( thanks for dropping by.

Ashen.. thank you so much.. I am grinning :D

Pushkar.. thank you :)

Riversoul.. welcome to my blog.. and you rhyme.. wow.. I envy people who rhyme.. coz I can't perhaps thats why I suspect that everything I write is scribble.. thanks a heap .. just visited and you write beautifully :)

Ray.. hello .. welcome.. I'll try checking out that site.. thats some name @ rambhai :)

Vinay August 25, 2008 at 7:10 AM  

autobiographic...!!
it is definitely a poem tho u call it a scribble...and its not always necessary to rhyme in a poem...!! it is well written...

me a rhymer, well not always...!! try simple rhyming, and i am sure u will b a gr8 poetess...this work shows insight...!!

i think u have been to my RT blog, do visit my IRWR blog too sometimes...tc..!!

aria August 25, 2008 at 7:31 AM  

Vinay.. I am not too much a fan of forced rhyming.. thats why I never really try. I had said that only in lighter vein :) .. though I do think some people rhyme naturaly .. which is great in its own way.. and I don't have anything against rhymers.
However I prefer free-flowing thoughts and poetry that makes me think .. ergo rhyming for me isnt an issue.. so I don't think I'll ever try on that front .. heh

but yeah thanks for considering my scribble a poem .. that felt good.. I wasn't too happy with this post so I didnt want to call it poetry ..

yes I have read your prose.. will check out your poetry for sure.. :)
thanks again.

Alok August 26, 2008 at 4:52 AM  

loved the first line there Aria .... sets up the piece perfectly .. enjoyed the ones that I had missed as well :)



Alok

Nash August 26, 2008 at 11:45 AM  

I had missed this. Sorry for being late. Loved it.

Inconsequential August 26, 2008 at 2:23 PM  

a sham, looking like myself
left for me to imitate
illusion of having been
which has marked my own past

Well, prose, poem or scribble...

It reads ok.

I like.

asuph September 15, 2008 at 1:52 AM  

2nd stanza. sigh. jo sone ka naatak kar rahe hain woh gamble kya karenge? ;-)

okay, that apart, lovely. very much impressed by what you have been doing lately. not just the volume, although right now even that impresses me, going through the dry most period of my blogging history.

improbably probable, as love!

does anyone need to say anything?

cheers,
asuph

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