the Dream is Over..

>> Tuesday, September 2, 2008

You were stream, running through valley or plain
tumbling over rocks, like an artery or a vein
bringing an immobilized land to life, implying
existence, embedded like the heart of

a separate source of life, without you
my farm was inert, stilled, were it not for the wind
in the trees, a noise from the sky, utterly silent.

Interposed between my denuded self, and its
clamorous longing for obliteration, a devotion
linked me to this talismanic image, out of
an innocent future,

obscured, masked, uncreated,
as much me and mine as my poetry,
my childhood or my intensities.

In the tangible world, near your flesh,
a flurry of images, slow comforting sex,
orderly thoughts of ‘morrow, next day and
the next, mundane details of daily routine

one of those visions has settled familiarly
in that raw contact, a morsel of intimacy
momentarily being absorbed into your being, as if
they weren’t appendages but the very incarnation of
a whole warm wonderful body ..

Since the impassioned vulnerability of this aria,
I’ve learned to mime; these words are no longer words
stained with my blood but words I repeat and rhyme,

meaningless without function, like

the sole archaeological evidence of a fairy tale or
lasting imprint of the fetus, blankest watermark
devised for masturbatory fantasies
that shall follow henceforth ..

17 comments:

Vinay September 2, 2008 at 8:32 AM  

how you come up with such masterpieces is beyond me aria...!! :) its fantastic...
magnifique...!!

The Wandering Hermit September 2, 2008 at 11:18 AM  

I hope someone undams those raging rivers of desire..tis a pity to see them eddy within..they need release..

goatman September 2, 2008 at 11:45 AM  

Makes me ponder what
"the sole archaeological evidence of a fairy tale" might be. Perhaps a set of tiny golden wings fossilized onto quartz crystal. All thats left of the story once told in detail and listened to with rapt regard for the possible.
Or maybe not . . .

aria September 2, 2008 at 12:17 PM  

Vinay.. thank you .. :) always a pleasure.. getting appreciated by wonderful writers.

Zofo.. *sob sob* at least you thought about it .. and thats a part of the problem.. I get empty thoughts.. hence.. anyway .. thank you. :)

Goatman.. thank you for those beautiful words.. thats a lovely thought .. @ tiny golden wings.. wow..

Think Tank September 3, 2008 at 8:18 AM  

God1 I'm giving up poetry ..u give me an inferiority complex

Nash September 4, 2008 at 1:14 AM  

You keep surpassing yourself, aria. What can I say. Wonderful.

Chaggoholic.... September 4, 2008 at 1:39 AM  

Hey thats like Shakespeare in the making.Lol awesome really awesome....

Inconsequential September 5, 2008 at 12:42 AM  

pictures :)

snippets and snaps

prettily wrapped and easy to swallow

I like to visit here...

Rakesh Vanamali September 5, 2008 at 5:48 AM  

"The child is grown & the dream is gone"

Intense & conveying a lot of meaning! The mind is indeed more than a mere creation!

Keep up the good job

& do visit my blog

d SINNER!!! September 5, 2008 at 9:00 AM  

"Since the impassioned vulnerability of this aria,
I’ve learned to mime; these words are no longer words
stained with my blood but words I repeat and rhyme,
meaningless without function, like

the sole archaeological evidence of a fairy tale or
lasting imprint of the fetus, blankest watermark
devised for masturbatory fantasies
that shall follow henceforth ..."


don't we all get empty at times instead of being so full of it?

I maybe seeing another perspective but I am seeing that alone ...

aria September 5, 2008 at 1:02 PM  

Think Tank.. :( plz don't do this to me. I haven't even read you enough.. saw only tags on your blog.. perhaps I should dig the archives for your poetic gems. thank you :)

Nash.. Thanks, as always :)

Chaggoholic.. thank you, honored :)

Inconsequential.. thank you :D the last line made me really happy

Rakesh.. welcome to my blog and thanks for your words.

Neha.. I agree and that really is a perspective worth pondering.. thank you .. :)

Thank you again everyone, for your kind comments. :)

hotICE September 6, 2008 at 12:53 AM  

ahem.... hello... if u remember me, I just woke up from a long sleep. and the first place I visit after the wake up call is here. :P

u know Aria, I've always been a fan of yours. so its needless to flatter you... but allow me to pick what I felt was the clous of the whole piece.

"Since the impassioned vulnerability of this aria,
I’ve learned to mime; these words are no longer words
stained with my blood but words I repeat and rhyme,
meaningless without function, like

"the sole archaeological evidence of a fairy tale or
lasting imprint of the fetus, blankest watermark
devised for masturbatory fantasies
that shall follow henceforth ..."

I have nothing more to say :P

aria September 6, 2008 at 4:08 AM  

Hotice.. shukriya for remembering me.. after ages..

and I am not talking with you ... grrrr ...

hotICE September 6, 2008 at 6:51 AM  

oye! I know I've been a lazy bum! Couldn't help it man.... Been going through a lot of s**t.... I had given up writing... it took Rock On to get me back to it....

So, pleeeeeeej phorgeev mee?

MAN IN PAINTING September 8, 2008 at 2:06 AM  

i am stopping commenting on your poems instantaneously, because they need more careful study..
You might be doing it for fun, but you are becoming a very serious writer..
i feel honoured to be witnessing that great melting and the gushing out of pure and innocent energy sparkling with creatile clarity..
like,water...
MIP

asuph September 15, 2008 at 2:12 AM  

agree with mip. as always, he talks sense.

Sashu... September 28, 2008 at 9:14 PM  

an experience in itself, thy poetry!! :)

guezz dat says it all!!

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