Etymology
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…
Fuckopath
in our bodies it obtrudes;
glares perpetually in infernal unforgetfulness,
devouring the seasoning,
invariably retrieving itself from legend
turning conjectures and speculations
into rationales,
Duh..
witnessed incognito
and in this fucking city, of all places,
unplane, unfanciful, unlove.
Orgyment
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.
Crouche
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.
Penultimatum
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.
Conclusionary
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…
Incognito..
Labels: dipsomaniac, poetric(s), shenanigans
Dear Aria, you are awesome. Emotive paragraphs. Mind-boggling demonstration takes the cake.
Nash said...
October 13, 2011 1:21 PM
thanks for the comment Nash.. nice to see you.. :)
aria said...
October 13, 2011 1:29 PM
I must tell you how wonderfully well your lines are crafted, reflective of emotion, and most importantly expressions of the mind......
Rakesh Vanamali said...
October 13, 2011 9:46 PM
Thank you for the precious comment Rakesh.. I trust all is well at your end now. Take care :)
aria said...
October 13, 2011 10:36 PM
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
awesome
man in painting said...
October 14, 2011 10:54 AM
"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.. :)
aria said...
October 14, 2011 6:45 PM
erwaHow very sad :(
Anonymous said...
October 15, 2011 7:35 AM
you think its sad.. ? am sorry .. :(
aria said...
October 15, 2011 7:55 AM
once again..amazing words stirring up emotions!!
shooting star said...
October 16, 2011 9:56 AM
Thank you Shooting Star :)
aria said...
October 17, 2011 3:17 AM
And you can "humbug with vocab" but it always reads nicely.
I have always liked "incognito"
mysterious and shifting -- nice finito.
goatman said...
October 17, 2011 10:54 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
love
nidhi said...
October 18, 2011 6:14 AM
wow.. finally you commented! thanks a lot Nidhi.. :) ♥
aria said...
October 18, 2011 6:15 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
nidhi said...
October 18, 2011 6:49 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..
aria said...
October 18, 2011 6:53 AM
Of dreams,of expectations and then the shattering of life. Very well written.
Old Monk said...
November 5, 2011 12:49 AM
"humbug with vocab" is worth price of admission.
Very nice pictorials as usual.
goatman said...
November 7, 2011 11:39 AM