played out ...

>> Thursday, October 7, 2010

so you authored those sounds
pouring all fascination into tone,
to engross the theme that strove -
to soar upward

an inimitable combat,
in which beauty was distinguished,
by its semblance to another beauty,
insidious and phantasmal,
yet all too similar.

surging towards the author,
possibly by an idea
that I must mingle this life
with the life of a stranger --

who could so render my soul,
crystallize my secrets,
and give at least momentarily,
a coherent glimpse of love --

I perceived in that refrain
the hushed sky bending
speckled with lucent worlds;
the balmy swash of murmuring
fused with dulcet chords

down by the bulwark;
but my soul was, as it is,
benumbed-- my mind
always on the wire, was for once
utterly tired, and now

my very limbs ache, on my bed
played out, crimson with
alchemy of rejection, I’d at last
dispose myself, and I promise
there would be; no salty tears.


Nidhi October 7, 2010 at 6:44 PM  

beautiful..evocative..totally played out~loved it loved it~
*sometimes words fail to express appreciation*

aria October 7, 2010 at 7:55 PM  

Thank you Nidhi,
have a wonderful day :)

Anonymous October 8, 2010 at 4:41 AM  

different lives
like things that dont mix, yet-
mixes to form milk,
will touch

different eyes
like languages from far,
see beauty as none

touch - see- feel
... live

aria October 8, 2010 at 4:46 AM  

I envy you .. how beautifully you can express and in no time at all..
thanks for this too ..
and many thanks for the precious comment! Love you .. :D

Nilesh October 8, 2010 at 6:21 AM  

wow! dont have words D... Was the last stanza with a bit of masti... or is it just my minds eye day dreaming...??? lol!!!

Nidhi October 8, 2010 at 6:47 AM  

I have always envied Indra's ability to comment in verse form..he is such an impulsive poet :)

ah! this is pathetic that people now like the poem on FB because this is not for pushing the "like" button rather to be relished, contemplated, to be carried in heart *sigh*

aria October 8, 2010 at 6:49 AM  

Nilesh .. wow.. I liked that interpretation and also your wandering mind's eye ..
thanksssssss for the comment!
they are very precious!

aria October 8, 2010 at 7:14 AM  

Nidhi .. right.. I agree @ Indra's ability! its unique..
and muaaahhh for empathizing @ like button on FB.. hehe

pku October 8, 2010 at 10:45 AM  

u have left me marvellously written....i m at loss of words to appreciate...have read very few writing like this...god bless u n ur pen to keep writing such wonderful poems.

aria October 8, 2010 at 10:51 AM  

Thank you PK.. for you lovely comment and thanks always for encouraging .. means much.. have a nice weekend.

V Rakesh October 9, 2010 at 11:54 PM  

The very first thing that came to my mind reading this was - So you think you can tell, heaven from hell. we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year...... wish you were here - Pink Floyd!

I can't say how overwhelmed I am!

I hope to meet you someday!

aria October 10, 2010 at 1:34 AM  

Thank you Rakesh..
I also hope to meet you someday - really.. :)
am quite a boring/distracted company but I've a feeling that you can put up with introverts..
take care.

goatman October 11, 2010 at 10:21 AM  

The tone seems disparate and defeating but the images are expansive, as usual. Nice

aria October 11, 2010 at 7:52 PM  

Hi Goatman.. trust you are doing well.. nice to see you, thanks. :)

goatman October 13, 2010 at 7:57 AM  

I stand aghast, a weed amongst willows.
A simple creature I; asking God to please forgive me for being a fool.

Anonymous October 13, 2010 at 9:35 PM  

At least, these days, I think I understand your poems again :).

Your wordplay is always so fascinating. It's like a trapeze artiste in action, making it look all too easy, unless one tries himself.

And now from sublime to ridiculous, in my usual style, that coherent glimpse of love reminded me of:

"palbhar ke liye koi hamne pyaar kar le, jhoota hi sahi ..."

Kill me. Seriously, I deserve it.


aria October 13, 2010 at 10:58 PM  

Asuph.. when people start 'understanding' my poem.. I get really scared.. you've actually 'nailed' it with that 'one line' :O
amazed! Thank you so much for the comment.

aria October 13, 2010 at 11:08 PM  

Goatman.. is everything ok? :( visited your blog too for a clue.. no success.. take care..

Perry Strange October 16, 2010 at 5:58 AM  

... ah--this is excellent--refreshing, too. Damn good to see you back. And for some reason, I'm fixing on "bulwark". Just a great word, and in just the right place.

Looking at these last three... looks like you might've pushed through the wall?--be onto something new...

aria October 16, 2010 at 6:03 AM  

Perry.. Hi! Delighted to see you! hope your are doing well.. :) nothing deliberate.. whatever happens.. happens on its own... but nice to know there's something different from the usual..

Rhett November 24, 2010 at 11:31 AM  

Yeah...tell me about it. I think people should meet when the sun is shining and the setting is not romantic. A lightening should be interpreted as forewarning not foreplay!

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