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Rhythm

2013-09-21T05:32:00.001+01:00

Their eyes swim with an enigma of aromatic repartee,
Synchronous with the weaving of the traffic;
Sigmoidal..yet so tedious.

Monochrome? Rhetorically opposite.
Tiered conversations; fluid and unobtrusive.
The quiet night blankets their conspicuous audacity.

Furtive glances at their blinking phones producing latent, wide smiles,
Disheveling the gloom and immorality in each others' lives,
Yes, they are home.

Walk In The Sky (Aaron Jerome Glitch Mix) by Bonobo on Grooveshark

Gaffe

2013-05-27T20:33:00.000+01:00

Words are mere luxury to the here given,

In our eyes lies all that we try to… err, veil?

Oh please sir, ma’am, let’s perm this sham, as

It so always appeals to ones with similar squeals.

The joyous agenda of your colourful diaspora,

Of them helium balloons that you swivel stochastically, and

Oh so, merrily! Surely… the cause of my disarray.

The hesitations and reiterations of our suppressive and,

Obtrusive?… yes, prongs.

Lest we don't belong in each other’s arms.

Debauchery? Pah, ti's gaucherie.

 Come now… Let’s unfurl, uncurl,

Stray and cause affray.

Oh my, I have indeed lost my head.

Sing, Sing, Sing (With A Swing) by Louis Prima on Grooveshark

Red Herring

2013-03-15T18:59:00.002+00:00

The crook moves like the rook;

Merely pertinent to get to the nook.

Off the hook, veering to book a look,

And of course to cook,

A recipe to taste and lace his inane conversations

With them …with ‘grace’.

He’s waiting to climb,

Further towards the miasma of the green grime.

I spot him,

Meandering foolishly with 'purpose'.

Yet, there rests a curse

On those with such fortitude and indeed..

That ingratitude.

Nobody Seems To Care feat. Jennifer Horne - Original Mix by 16 Bit Lolitas on Grooveshark

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Epimenides

2013-03-02T12:47:00.001+00:00

In the array of caskets lay she,
Harmoniously conscious of the breed.
The tree branches bristled to and fro,

With a seemingly synchronous allowance of having seen.

Woosh! Pa-toosh!

Oh pray! There’s grey.

Forward and then side ways she strays.

Quagmire in this erratic city,

The best inebriation?

The rhapsody of their loss,

The gusto of her win?

Till the next tide..

She waves goodbye.

Water Of Life (Original Mix) by Stan Kolev on Grooveshark

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Şile

2012-08-25T20:01:00.000+01:00

Brai, I crave to try/

Pry I do, as the tomfoolery you let me decry.

Single yet mingled/

Ready and leaping to conquer the world/

Proprietary to the normal eye/

Simple to mine.

Speak less, let me evenly dry, the tears from your eyes/

Why lie?

When you let me speak through your eyes.

Yes, I understand you well/

Like raindrops on a parched dwell.

Rest and rely/

Not on my belies..

Only if, your heart wants you to try.

01 - Tango Square by Gotan Project on Grooveshark

Nektaria

2012-08-19T19:56:00.001+01:00

Mirror replicates;

Postulating the whiff of your shadow.

Colour me not;

Umbrellas, toupees.. naked head?

Money makes none thee wiser;

Grappling with wires and pushing out the images

Truth.

Bejewelled with smiles,

Don’t deny where they rove to... those eyes

They pry.

You, hmm..

So very wry.

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Pegasus

2012-02-12T13:00:00.002+00:00

It's been lit,
The pyre of myth,

A poor toss surely reflects a loss,
Alas, that's all floss!
Flight of words, landing in that backyard of half-begotten thoughts.

Tomorrow will be a better today,
Today is better yesterday.

Cushioning them supple fables,
In arrays of grey cradles,
Those musty skies belie the truth outright.

Hovering midst the shadow of plight,
It takes flight;
And takes stance,

Yes, now ready to stand upright.

Afterthought by Parker & Hanson on Grooveshark

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Wings

2011-10-06T20:07:00.002+01:00

Numb and jaded;
The skies glum and the mornings faded;
Of seeing colours and these lips curling into a smile; long forsaken.
A distant memory..

Then,
Walked in you.
Staunchly and haphazardly,
Cajoling me to breathe,
As you sent me up spires, throwing me with Esquires.

Of resuscitations and warmth,
Of smiles
Of gentle yet stern hand holding
And trouncing them past demons.

Of your eyes assuring and reassuring,
Gently throwing me at myriad puzzles
For me to guzzle.

'I can conquer anything', whispered you silently.
Took up all that I was being handed on the platter,
Amongst all our chatter.

That scowl,
You do own.
Shan't be permanent though,
Akin to waves ebbing to and fro.

For a heart as pure as yours,
You deserve to be free as them birds-
Gliding through the cloud spattered skies.
No creases must rest for too long on that forehead,
Frolick you must as climb upwards.

Unknown to me, I realise that
Yes..
Now,

I have started carrying your heart..
In my heart.

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Touch

2011-08-26T06:22:00.005+01:00

Prostrate

Skewed fingers dipped in thick, warm colours;
White, orange, red, blue;
Asymmetrically wet in mindless stochastic swivelling.

As it dries,
Crumbs of parched, crusty coloured power
Peel off, forming little mountains beneath them..
Those fingers.

Coming to life, they start playing a symphony..
Ecstatically blind;
Happily entwined in the freedom of time,
Turning, spinning, grappling, gasping.

Stop, breath.. pause and leap..

Free.

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It's Binary

2011-08-17T15:21:00.003+01:00

Virgin white and tender neat;
Moistened with musings of a traveller,
Tales of colour and nights of fervour.

But undressed it shan’t be, the inked letters
Simplicity, the imminent given;
Ages, yet it takes to uncover this mime.

Dozens of painted images;
The canvas is an etched mess.
With the patter of busy feet and nauseating city beeps;
Rarely is there a reprieve from the pangs lurching..

Indeed.

With them fireflies pirouetting at night,
Fly with the headwind of dreams unleashed.

Because, tomorrow will be a frightful new day.

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Croesus

2011-04-24T11:23:00.001+01:00

All that glitters isn’t gold
But what ruptures me is cold.

Sinking in soliloquy
Paddling in prelude of words.

The green fairy pushes
The grim reaper blushes
A harlequin
Hurling giggles and guffaws.

Churlish aromas
Fragrant memories.

Preach less, poach more
Encroach, possess
Evaluate and fiendishly devour.

Eeks, You creep!

Enough now, it’s time to sleep.

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Renklerin Dansı (Dance of Colours)

2011-03-10T19:26:00.002+00:00

Vibrant, excruciatingly passionate;
Swimming in your thoughts,
Smiling at all of us,
Struggling inside.

In your playground of crayons;
Squiggling a picture of mirth,
Dancing to life, drinking all vice.

Your milky softness ruptures my fingers as I caress,
A rose petal bungled in barbed wire.
In those dark tresses, there is story,
Those eyes speak of a gory glory.

A brilliant artist, master of disguise,
Hiding in a shroud of lies.
Never have so many colours been so painfully beautiful;
Animal attraction been so promiscuous,
Chemistry of emotions entangled in our lives.

The end?

Note: The picture used is ©Karishma Shahani.

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Sun

2010-09-13T16:52:00.003+01:00

Ripe the day,

With the becoming play of merengue.

Steep mayhem of fortuitous light;

Drivel not about it;

Embrace it.

The Sun shines day on day;

Hide it not from the others,

Lest the shadows become them.

You the light,

Bringing forth apparition of hope.

Smile today,

Not yet is your time to look grey;

No, not today.

Rodeo

2010-09-12T19:13:00.011+01:00

Akin to a haphazard painter's strokes,
Splat, Splot, Sploosh!
Gushes the heart,
Hemorrhaging, pounding.

Gumption of that senile bickering within;
The astrological twins.
Realm of pastels;
Splint of antebellum.

Crescendo of them hooves
She falls off..
Crimson.

Icarus

2010-03-07T10:50:00.004+00:00

Mere fulfillment of ephemeral desires

Quenching the thirsts till the wee hours of the day

Akin to clenching water… irrevocably unsatisfying

Utmost unrewarding, yet worth is the inebriation.. this life

Pedagogue of virtues gurgled in smattering voracious greed

Epiphany which He stroked with his imagination

Crippling ripples I create

When you, me and this meet

Sporadic truths

Ubiquitous lies, why ponder and wonder

When we all do the same

Drivel not, preach neither

You become me

And as always,

I is you.

-Aynat

2009-07-09T22:51:00.004+01:00

Dusk

She senses a blur

Parading soldiers

Patter of their feet drown her thoughts

Moistening her parched lips

Wrapped in the aroma of those velvety memories

She dares not breathe them out to the others...

What will she do without them around?

Epiphany this life, as momentum seems gathered by nothing less trivial than her own life..

Theirs, utmost bliss.. She is attached by a string.. of thought..

Alone without their shadow.. Twinkling in the wee hours..only to wonder

If love was questionable, would life matter?

The Rising

2008-11-29T20:27:00.006+00:00

Dear friend

Whence I sleep, you devour my peace;

While I lie awake, you staple my sprite.

Dastardly cowards feasting on haplessness;

Questioning my deliberate apathy.

Anarchic democracy now my right,

You failed to stain my home

With your malaise;

Deter I won't in the phizog of your plight.

Place a trigger to my chest

And audacious pugnacity

You will be subjected to.

Place not

Your sacrilegous foot in my home

As you have crossed me once too much

And more I shan't take.

Barbarianism is an anachronism,

Terrorism, my dear friend is masked nepotism

Pray, snap out of it

And wash thy self of this foolish jingoism.

Wassan Pharaoun

2008-09-09T20:39:00.004+01:00

Opium.. the scintillating aroma of the spices
Serenading from Grandma's kitchen
Fresh and mosaic..
Ground to the hilt,
Nineteen to the dozen.

Just a whiff obliterates the soul,
Sensuosly caressing the senses.

As I shut my eyes
And savour the enigmatic aromas..

The whirr of the grinder breaks the spell.

Vituperation

2008-07-24T11:39:00.007+01:00

Patchwork;
the needle gores me as I stitched.. fervently

You are occupied in your perceptory vituperations
oblivious to my oscillating wretchedness

I am conscious again;
no one can puncture my glee

I will let none peek through those..
gaping holes in my heart lying in my hearth.
I will not let them peek

Breeze; cold, unassuming, remorseless
You.. unmindful of it all.

Can you even see those holes?

I am flagrantly debilitating

They come back - ashes of once
glee times which now flee

I rest my head in its bossom
It shows me the light

Wore, tore and way off shore
The waves crash into me
I am crushed - those pounding waves..

Castaway.

Scarlet

2008-03-21T18:24:00.005+00:00

Blaring, her overtures
As the music inebriates your senses
You swing sensuously to the aroma of her flavour
She, coquettish and vulnerable;
I am with you, around you, in you..
Oblivious, you swirl in the rhythm of passion
Wisps of her desire entice you as she charms you
In fervour, you pull her forth
Close to your lips as she quivers in your arms,
She is yours as you place your tenderness on her lips.
Passionate harmony of souls..

Obliteration of mine.

Azure

2008-03-19T12:43:00.005+00:00

Claustrophobic pangs of the unattainable,
The unspeakable.
Fragile threads of promises,
Strewn and tattered..
In dilapidation of my angst ridden heart,
I douse myself in the elixir of your eternal aura
I need to walk away..
Assassination of cravings to be with you;
Vanquished desires;
Unpardonable sin of my absence,
We will remain unscathed till the end of time.
I belong with you.
Inevitably I fell in love..

- Aynat

Blue Note

2007-12-26T11:47:00.000+00:00

Banderilleros, exercising crisp words;
Behaviour, erratic with childish shades
Blundering fools, subconsciously espousing mutual ambivalence of feelings;
Bearing resemblance, yet asymptotic appearance

Bandits, engaged in arranged lies and deranged lives
Basking in epiphany, one realizes that ours is a life entwined with them other

Bard of words, I foresee..
Inferno, inferno, inferno..

Aynat

Poet’s note: A blue note is quite characteristic of jazz music. It is a musical note played or sung slightly lower than usual, especially in jazz. If one is a connoisseur, one will realize the subtle yet empowering nature of this genre of music. The ulterior meaning of this prose is quite blatant (if I am allowed the freedom to express myself in oxymoron terms!). Life happens and we move on, yet quite often than less, we fail to see how a discord with some one arises not solely because of her/his fault but because of Newton’s law. Each and every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I have seen things get out of hand because we turn blind to our shortcomings and highlight those of the other. Don’t let things get out of hand, if you can help it. If you love some one, don’t let go so easily. Life happens once, live it up!

Eager Beavers

2007-11-11T17:16:00.000+00:00

As I walked down the beaten path,
They cajole me;
To bare myself.
Huddled close,
Branches sprayed across the dusky skies,
Staring down gleefully at my haplessness.
There is a shade of repugnance in me;
Stagnancy in momentum of thought.
They had laid eyes on me before,
Whispered surreptitiously to each other.
The mood was set.
It plays hauntingly..
That familiar melancholy tune.
Shrouds me
I am in shambles

- Aynat

Reverie

2007-07-05T18:32:00.000+01:00

I love you

You... me

It hurts

The End

Phoebus

2007-06-29T11:37:00.000+01:00

The door is slightly ajar,

Luminance of the other room

Hurts the darkness prone eyes.

The dilated pupils squirm to adjust
As the light trickles in.

As I lay enveloped in obscurity
Hands come forth.. lazily..
To shield the eyes from the
Repugnant opulence of the sun god

Battered continuously by the long unseen brightness
I rub my eyes,
Ruffle through the unkempt bed covers.

Legs dangle from the bedside

As they struggle to find the slippers.

The light tears through the darkness
Causing excruciating pain

Yet, respite from my trepidation

I get up .. swaying in the grogginess of the moment
I totter towards the godforsaken door
Reach hard to shut it

Just as I reach forth
Consummate in the dimness
She comes in.

I stand.. stoic
Exasperated by the delay in her arrival
But.. content with it

She hugs me

A tear leaves the eye unabashedly, unannounced.
Personifying the comfort that was once denied.

I have attained it finally..
The Phoebus