Tuesday, 31 July 2012

She Walks In ... (due apologies to Lord Byron)

She walks in Arrogance, like no other
In climes warmed over by Hell itself
Of self given power, and little honour
All that's worst -ever- in her, engulf
The little haven, our little heaven, serene.
She, who inhabits it, a dreaded queen.
And all it seems, now, too late to dwell
On the new formed vacuum, that does swell
With rancid aftertaste of a deed most foul
Darker more vicious than Macbeth's ghoul!
 And yet, on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
 So soft, so calm, yet deadly,
 The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
 But tell of undercurrents aplenty,
 A mind hellbent at war with peace within,
 A heart whose love pretends innocence!
31 July, 2012
All due apologies to Lord Byron, who penned this delightful poem, "She Walks in Beauty", (given below), mercilessly massacred by me above. Had to. Rant day. Sigh.
She Walks in Beauty 
She walks in beauty, like the night
        Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
    And all that's best of dark and bright
        Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
    Thus mellowed to that tender light
        Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
    One shade the more, one ray the less,
        Had half impaired the nameless grace
    Which waves in every raven tress,
        Or softly lightens o'er her face;
    Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
        How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
    And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
        So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
    The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
        But tell of days in goodness spent,
    A mind at peace with all below,
        A heart whose love is innocent!

Monday, 30 July 2012

Quest III

Quelling the panic;
The surge of disquiet-
I call you. 
You're beyond reach.
(In more ways than one,
I think. Suddenly.
Though that knowledge
Lapped around the fringes 
Of the Utopia I lived in...
It always had, I know now,
Innundated by that certainty
I allow myself to sink in
To absorb that too-
After all, I'm the one
Who always mopped up each mess
For everyone. 
And while self-pity claws in
And illusions shimmer, shake
And form slivers from irreversible cracks
On my stained glass dreams...
I begin to find sanity.
Hold threatening thunderstorms at bay.
Go deep into the stillness within
Find a catatonic, cathartic me
Assuage a ravished heart. 
And dig me out.
30 July, 2012
That is why this title :D

Monday, 23 July 2012

One Day

And just when bone deep exhaustion
In my soul clamours for a break from it all...
A gusty wind picks up, and whooshes through
The curtain, that partly opened window;
The one I tried to shut. Tight. 
And out billows tendrils of not just
My stringy hair...
But labored threads of threatening thoughts.
The "What If"s, the regrets, the tiny tenacious lichen-like
Scabs of memories. Of another day. 

This gutsy gusty thing. I wish I could be it. 

23 July, 2012

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Clouded Hopes

That cloud, it grew, as it passed
Over sea, over beach, over valleys and hills...

And burgeoning with the heaviness
Of promise, or was it warning?
It arrived: longed for release.

As did she, looking upward
In empathy. Know the portent
Of that darkness, of that weight
Of expectation, of the helplessness
Of being left, to the
Winds of change.

And while she waited, it blew away.
Was blown away.
Looking longingly after it, she wished
She too could grow wings and follow;
That she too, whimsically could just
Up it and off.

A day later, she heard it rained
Where he was.
Unappeased, she forgave herself.
And waited for the next one.

17 July, 2012

On a random thought, while gmail chatting with Soumya, about a cloud that did not rain here :)
Text below: Uncanny, the thought that it took me by the scruff and wrote itself here. :D The last line says I hoped to read it from him :D 
On 16 July, 2012:
"Soumya-Amused: :
  and how is the weather there?
 me: Almost but not quite rainy.. overcast most times... but the intensity of the rains is yet to pick up
07:00 Soumya-Amused: hmm same here.
  but interestingly
  the cloud that goes above your house, the same comes to ys.
  esp the ones that do not pour
07:01 me: Now THAT is a thought :D
  One should write about it, no?
 Soumya-Amused: Yes yes.
 me: So I'll read it soon?"
*****************************************************************************And now, am waiting to read yours, Soumya :D!

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Wedded - A Haiku in Celebration :)

Merging my soul in
Yours, I’m lost: only to find
Completeness in us.

19 April, 2012
For 29 June, 2012, when they got married!


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