A Journey... Incognito..

>> Thursday, October 13, 2011


Look, this never happened to us
that is one reason for swallowing it
another body would devour it,
or at least give a seasoning to darken
the settings and semblance
lending an evanescent fidelity,
altering it in future to a sheer legend,
a romance divulged
out of hazy distance…


in our bodies it obtrudes;
glares perpetually in infernal unforgetfulness,
devouring the seasoning,
invariably retrieving itself from legend
turning conjectures and speculations
into rationales,

witnessed incognito
and in this fucking city, of all places,
unplane, unfanciful, unlove.


I can humbug with vocab
about as thoroughly
as you do with lovers .

I have my sex’s wizardry over phrases, ironies,
innuendos, half sarcasm, half whimsical,
an outlook on obscenity that delights to amaze
you have your’s –

the cajolery that, on literal diagnosis,
turns out really to be the reverse.


Like a half rehearsed aria
that trips in head
dissolving the instant you try to hum it
these ideas accumulate
in the backdrop of reason,
behind my reason, as it were,
and decline to come forth.

They are crouching like an orgasm
waiting to spring,
the tangible consummation
never takes place.


night has brought in the closing act--
of a choking hell-lust
crimson fires leap up
to whirl their strips of red shafts into
the wedges of bleakness..

they flicker erratically
upon squirming bodies,
paradoxically practicing
the calamity of the morrow -
languor and nerve-waste
by grim orgies and waltzes.


first light of dawn has assailed
the stench of lechery
which had veiled our love,
while the dying fire festers
into silvery smoke, my throat
labors in stifling gasps of saliva,
you turn again..

the ungiven kiss burns our sensual lips
as our specters trail out silently
into the bush…


Nash October 13, 2011 at 1:21 PM  

Dear Aria, you are awesome. Emotive paragraphs. Mind-boggling demonstration takes the cake.

aria October 13, 2011 at 1:29 PM  

thanks for the comment Nash.. nice to see you.. :)

Rakesh Vanamali October 13, 2011 at 9:46 PM  

I must tell you how wonderfully well your lines are crafted, reflective of emotion, and most importantly expressions of the mind......

aria October 13, 2011 at 10:36 PM  

Thank you for the precious comment Rakesh.. I trust all is well at your end now. Take care :)

man in painting October 14, 2011 at 10:54 AM  

dear oh!dear!
V S Ramachandran is write.Creativity area is soo close to the anarchy area inside the brain...you are a brave girl..i still feel shy to admit many things..hmm these institutionalised unreal 'tamed male'...well
great write

aria October 14, 2011 at 6:45 PM  

"institutionalised unreal 'tamed male' " .. hehe

Hi MIP.. Great to see you and thanks a heap for your wonderful comments.. I wish you too would start soliloquizing again.. :)

Anonymous October 15, 2011 at 7:35 AM  

erwaHow very sad :(

aria October 15, 2011 at 7:55 AM  

you think its sad.. ? am sorry .. :(

shooting star October 16, 2011 at 9:56 AM  

once again..amazing words stirring up emotions!!

aria October 17, 2011 at 3:17 AM  

Thank you Shooting Star :)

goatman October 17, 2011 at 10:54 AM  

And you can "humbug with vocab" but it always reads nicely.
I have always liked "incognito"
mysterious and shifting -- nice finito.

nidhi October 18, 2011 at 6:14 AM  

you won't believe it but I was totally swept away while reading it..delicious sensual and a perfect aria into the night..loved it..relished it..devoured it..to be read again and again

aria October 18, 2011 at 6:15 AM  

wow.. finally you commented! thanks a lot Nidhi.. :) ♥

nidhi October 18, 2011 at 6:49 AM  

I really agree with Asup - FB is not the place for you ..sheer waste of thought..it is sad people are not blogging or reading them as before..

Honestly you are poetry for me..Do I need to read Yeats or Dickinson after you?? I only wish I can read them over and over again because that is how poetry has to be revered and loved

I started following your blog so i could comment..maybe I wasn't signing in to comment before

aria October 18, 2011 at 6:53 AM  

aww.. thanks so much! yeah even I wish to resuscitate the blogging habit.. all precious thoughts get wasted in those one line status messages.. we are getting lazier by the day..

Old Monk November 5, 2011 at 12:49 AM  

Of dreams,of expectations and then the shattering of life. Very well written.

goatman November 7, 2011 at 11:39 AM  

"humbug with vocab" is worth price of admission.
Very nice pictorials as usual.

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