this summer ...

>> Monday, April 25, 2011

..for fuck’s sake, let us go through that,
the way we sipped hot tea on a sidewalk
in sweltering Delhi heat to cool off,
a paradox we can swear by;
witnessed at high noon beside me
your shadow casts a trivial shadow
baring the world ahead as a matter of fact
thus I can return zigzagging between
lurid darkness and nebulous nothingness
to the shell and husk of you
lying on my bed after I had watched
the love and the person walk out,
leaving only a stale periphery of
what had gone by to show off, and puff
a cigarette, sun filtering through curtains
as caressing fingers resting on eyelids
cerulean smoke diluting in golden haze
shrugging you off with a poem,
like everything in the brazen past,
which appeared rosy in remoteness..


Sahil Banga April 25, 2011 at 3:38 AM  

amazing stuff, this. liked the last 4 lines. bravo!

aria April 25, 2011 at 3:43 AM  

Thanks Sahil, its great to appreciated by the award winning writer :D

Nilesh April 25, 2011 at 5:58 AM  

hmmm.... "f****'s sake" this is new!!! Divya I think you should get out of posting on the 'after' you might as well post the 'bliss' which I'm sure would be a better read!!!

aria April 25, 2011 at 6:05 AM  

I did post on the 'bliss' too.. you missed it.. it was there on fb notes and is also here .. .. though it seldom comes.. and some of us also discussed why we aren't able to write when we are happy .. a poetic malady I guess... pleasure and poem don;t tango well .. at least not with me.

Nash April 25, 2011 at 6:27 AM  

"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest, thought." Shelly.

How are you, Aria? I still follow your blog regularly but not able to comment.
warm regards.

aria April 25, 2011 at 6:35 AM  

heyyy Nash.. am so glad to see you.. I thought you've forgotten me and terminal moraine.. yes am alright and trust you are also doing well .. thanks and take care .. :)

wildflower April 25, 2011 at 8:06 AM  

There are parallels I see between the state of mind of the woman who wrote this, and what I am going through these days. And it does provide quite a lot of solace aria. Very well written as always.

aria April 25, 2011 at 9:31 AM  

aah.. thanks a lot for the lovely comment.. :)

V Rakesh April 25, 2011 at 7:38 PM  

Brilliant as ever, Aria!

I reiterate that you need to get them published, even so much if they intend to remain part of a personal memoir not meant for circulation!

aria April 25, 2011 at 8:43 PM  

Rakesh.. thank you! will certainly do so.. :D

Sayak April 28, 2011 at 2:51 AM  

Take a puff,
Take a sniff,
See the cold and cerulean,
The hot and sanguine-
Them, out and off, purge,
With an adrenaline surge.

Blasphemous Aesthete April 30, 2011 at 12:39 AM  

I look for love the ecstasy of which would just fall short of the highest orgasm... or maybe for that where ecstasy will never cease to end... an ever lasting affair without the fall.
Love that begins, peaks and then wanes away, that is too short to live for.

Nice read.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Gyanban May 9, 2011 at 11:43 PM  

You capture the mood quite well in your verses.
The expressions are quite lucid. How about writing something which is left unsaid ?

shooting star June 5, 2011 at 9:21 AM  

amazing you come up with this girl...sometimes i read ur stuff and some memory of my past comes back to me!!!!

goatman June 9, 2011 at 3:01 PM  

Very nice, but now I am hot and require some iced tea to counter the steamy scene in hot city.

man in painting July 7, 2011 at 1:04 AM  

After long time..i could see your mind.The creative tension and the confusion mind doesn't want to solve.Let it be,though i never agree with the abuse of the body with tobacco or such stuff in body is always wiser than mind.So for the sake of the mind it is not wise.
But about the write,do I have to say it.

yashasvi September 15, 2011 at 7:14 AM  

this is brilliant :) i could visualize the scene and thats the beauty of good poetry !!

aria September 17, 2011 at 9:58 AM  

Thank you Yashasvi.. and welcome to my blog :)

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