Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, June 30, 2014

The mermaid call

Faint memory
Of
A honeyed voice,
Some syllables,
Mellifluously
Undulating,
An unintelligible
Concoction
Of whispers,
Propelling
To fathom
The abyssal depths,
Impelled
Like
A moth to a flame,
Besotted,
I offer myself
For
Sacrifice,
Swallowing salinity
In supplication,
Consummation
Purging
And
Sanctifying.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Hidin' my heart

Four flights of stairs.
By the time
I make it to my seat
I can barely breathe,
Stand,
And talk.
It takes
A while,
A precious
Little while,
To smile effortlessly
At colleagues.
Most of the mornings,
When I
Am running on
Time,
I follow this
 Oh I know,
I’m crazy
Routine,
Sweating it out
Just before
My work-hours,
When
My underweight frame
Can easily
Squeeze in
The oversized
Overcrowded
Lift
Running overtime,
And
This salt
And sweat,
This
Perspiration,
Earned
At the
Cost
Of
Being
Too lonely
For
Far too long,
Helps
Me hide
My heart,
One more time.

Monday, June 23, 2014

That's your sign

That hug,
The embrace
That's a liniment
For this
Earthly mass,
The warmth
Seeping through
The layers of
Clothes I wear,
Calming
My frayed soul,
Embalming
It with
Your million dollar smile.
I was healed,
The moment
You
Pulled the door
Yesterday.



Oh! I shop at the Tiffany's daily.

The elegance caught
My eye;
The sophistication
With which
The glam and glitter
Were displayed
Had my
Curiosity hormones
Gushing and rushing;
The momentum
Of feet
Took me past
The sparkling display
Breaking only
Before a
Derelict shack
A couple of shops away.
I closed my eyes
And
Took a deep breath
And in that
Infinitesimal moment
I knew
I had to walk back
To that extravaganza.
I pulled
At
The glass threshold
And stood there
Hesitating
And
Wavering
While
The torrid june air
Disturbed the
Calm of the
Showroom.
Instinctively,
The shop owner
Looked up,
Our eyes met
And
In that one moment
The chance
Of
Fleeting
Was sealed.
"Bracelets?"
I stuttered
And stammered.
"This way."
A salesman followed,
Matching steps with me,
Asking me
Some
Unintelligible paragraphs.
My eyes glued
To the swarovski,
My mind doing the maths.
Finally,
I found one piece
Pleasing to
Both
The opthalmic
And
Encephalic
Tastebuds.
I paused.
So did the salesman.
"This one please"
Trained hands
Removed it
From
The case
In a jiffy.
Gently,
I traced its contours.
Took my time,
Exploring
Like an expert.
"I would like to try it"
Queenly,
I offered my wrist,
Stately,
He put the cuffs.
Smitten,
I whispered,
"I'll take it".
Scanned the shop
With
An extra milligram
Of confidence
Before
Coming
To the
Pay Here counter.
Smartly,
I took out
The seldom used
Plastic money.
Expertly,
I signed the
Seller's receipt.
Surefooted,
I walked out
Stopping
Only before
That derelict shack
To laugh
At my little
"Oh! I shop at
The Tiffany's
Daily"
Act.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Sleeveless errand

Devouring desire,
Daily,
Untempered,
Unrefined
And chimerical.
Small potions
Of phantasmagoric
Shadows of sucess,
Cajoled by
Conceited confidence
Into
Appetizing and
Tempting mouthfuls.
The brute truth
Successfully
Mired
In foggy shades
Of
Counterfeit dawn,
The clarion call
Of
The misty
Distractions
Heralding
The
Loosing battle.
The descent
To the nether realms
Slow,
Unhurried.
The vacant mind,
Wandering
Beyond dreams,
Slipping into darkness,
Into the vast
Vacuousness.
Distant,
Faint voices
Calling.
The fatigue
Born
Of vices,
Coveted
And
Tended to,
Sapping
The strength.
By then,
Even
The salve
To redeem oneself,
The one last
Flicker of
Sanguinity
Is also rendered
Impotent.

Linking with : 100 word song : WAR's Slippin' into darkness

Monday, June 16, 2014

What's that sound

Sitting fixedly,
Thinking of not thinking,
Ruminating over
The clamour
Of
Remnants of the day,
Things done,
Undone,
The verbosity,
The silences,
The hushed, judged,
Decided and dithery,
The utter trivia,
Even the
Copernican,
Finally the breath.
Two zen bells.
Session over.


Thursday, June 12, 2014

Wrath

The spirited somersaults
Of the Adam's ale
Over the
Glistening grey stones
Inviting,
Tempting,
Adrenaline surging,
Fueling,
Touring-feet
Treading and trampling
The mighty sacred nectar
In its resting hours.
The icy aqueous touch
On the summerskins.
Exhilarating,
The exuberance
Promising
Loads of Kodak-moments.
One fateful tide
Of the eventide
Silencing
Their rapturous applause,
Angered, agitated,
Ruffled
And thirsty.
Avenged and quenched
By greedy gulps
Of young dreams.
Vehement deluge,
Exhausted of fury,
Swallowed and hollowed
The sprightliness.
Calmed and placated,
The heiress of sorrow
Flowed into another dawn
Shedding silent tears
For
Before long,
Only the empty chairs
Will grieve.

Linking with 100 word song : Empty Chair
Linking with : 100 words : Heiress

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Flickers

Maimed
By
Her absence.
Here I am.
Wounded and sutured.
Oozy.
Brittle.
Unhealed.
She
Alone
Can shush this
Stormy self.
Evanescent,
I still breathe her.
The quietus
Shall silence
These yammers.
I shall be at peace
But
Some questions
Will linger on.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Ageing

He played
With
Grey strands
Or perhaps
Silver,
Running astray,
There were smiles
On that face once,
Warm
And contagious,
But the
Winters of wisdom
Had left behind
Souvenirs of wrinkles,
The passionate kisses,
Still lingering
On that withered papery parchment,
The stories,
Unfinished, Unended,
Hanging,
Words draped in silvery voice,
Poised artistically,
Willing embraces,
Spirited summers,
Exuberant nuisances,
All are here,
Fresh, alive,
He can't shake them off.
Even though she's drifted,
Into the sundown.
He too is a couple of
Shallow breaths now
That
Can't keep him here.
Split-second
And
He'll already be a painting on the wall.

Linking with Poetry Jam
Linking with 100 word song