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.

6 comments:

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?
:)

Regards,
Ashen

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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