Duet .. (of hate)

>> Monday, July 20, 2009

torrent; rivulets collide on panes,
within, two wayward tributaries
coalesce into one decisive stream,
words we wonderingly recite,
ornate, now and then boldly archaic;
have a lingering stately pace,
on occasion halting altogether,
like a turn in dance, or rest in a march
it’s not the July torch spilling sweat -
it’s our conflagration, invading,
heaping up a pyre of love
in this room with the shut door,
out of which stutters the unsteady
nightly tappings of a duet,
spiteful mutterings and garbles
replace the coarse lovemaking;
we invoke secret spells, maledictions;
when the guttural tardy thunder
miles away, throws us into a daze
we leave; as numb as
a walk away from the funeral of
someone we dearly loved -
bereft and spent.


Perry Strange July 20, 2009 at 3:18 PM  

well--hello! ... and here you are writing again.

this does feel right... the turning point, the build-up...
and then... "not with a bang, but a whimper".

yes. damn glad you're Back.

Rakesh Vanamali July 20, 2009 at 10:17 PM  

Why hate????? This is so very well written......I'm stumped at the title!

AshenGlow July 21, 2009 at 6:17 AM  

We are not God. So lament if you want to.... curse, swear, display anger, get irritated...

But then please come back and write.. It heals.. Doesnt it?


aria July 21, 2009 at 9:22 PM  

Perry .. Thank you. I am glad it feels right. I am kinda rusty for the moment but the company of words is soothing as ever.

Rakesh .. it was intended to be a spiteful verse. :) I'm glad you liked. Thank you.

Ashen .. you said it! It does and then these veritable fiascoes are the spice of life. Thanks much .. :)

d gypsy! July 22, 2009 at 6:39 AM  

a walk away from the funeral of
someone we dearly loved -
bereft and spent.

think i love these lines...

aria July 24, 2009 at 8:26 AM  

Thank you Neha. I'd thought of that last line first and then based the entire crap on that ! heh

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