some rhythms

Dwelling in the chasms of peace, 

sinking in the oceans of laughter,

perceiving objects among classes, 

sensing the cadence in chocolates.  

..aritri

Rs 5 :till the LAST verso

Reminiscence , Renounce, Retaliate, Reap and Recto
:)

There was a time when you were culpable for reducing the reasons to ashes,
Beneath the ashes, laid the silent earth,
You tried to renounce your  reminiscences when you couldn't move forth,
I  kept grinning, yes! I did, have you ever seen the Gallus bequeath ?

Oh! the mighty escapade twas! For you did renounce!
You kept running after beauty ,ersatz,
Denying the intellect for the beauty, alas!
Retaliate ? Silence was the beauty in the bass.

Reprisal , For the cheque did bounce,
When twas signed by the hands that slaved emotions , “you did slay them!”
Known for her fingers! A  place where calligraphy took  refuge,Alas!
Where many a letter was burnt down in the inferno of her rage.

An armor that formed a shield so daunting,
Shackled the heart so young,
Was broken by a prince from Persia,
The last verso, some more lines ,Some more stories,
Held pride in their insignias.


Ah! Poor world, poor is thy's  kind,
When shall you understand that beauty vows before the mind, so blind.
The judgement day is all you reap,
It shall be  the last recto ,
let me first fill it's verso.

To be continued..

....

i looked at the scars on my arm.. i have gifted her , gifted the scars!, yes! i have..

a genuis trying to live through some more of her kind..

yes! living.. a reason to live perhaps..

 losing the rhythm slowly.. but steady enough..steady enough to obliterate the "me" in me..

 happy! that i am.

hark! I am the stone, for stoned i am !

 don't search for the cadence,sorry that i am time and again!

sorry.. yes! for i was losing the self , the self that was so pure, the self which had the soul,

 someone restore it! , someone save it! , save it for the moment! , save it for the sake of  "reason"!,

 save it.. sigh.. yes! a bit too tired.. have walked the deserts.. searching for some water,aint it the season?

..

....

clinging onto the reasons , for my survival,
 when i noticed that i wasn't left with any,
 the bank did run out of reason ,
for  twas the best robbery of the season.

 oh! here i have one, there , one more!
no it is the mirage of  the same for adventures , galore..
have forgotten to love, neither do I  let anyone come near
 for twas the best robbery of the season, that i often sneer.


 everynight ! the same old story..
 now i laugh, i laugh to my heart's content,
 i dont try to reason the same, cry a little later,
 ahh ! yes! twas ! twas!now  i have my hollow emotions to cater.

:)) for all I wanted was a glass of wine.

My eyes were numb , I thought I would go to sleep,sleep in the arms of the Arms,

I was tired, tired ! ,that I was tried a thousand times.

Oh! Yes ,tried in the court of the outlaws.

The lullaby hmmed ..yes it hummed .. all I wanted was a glass of wine”..

The synergy of  the wine and the hushaby saved me from being oblivious ,

Oh! Yes I remember the “oblivion’s  curse” ..  what was it ? apart from the wine,incarnadine ?

Yes ! yes! I threw away the goblet ,when  your heart was shattered into pieces.

The ballet, indeed ! The wine tasted alkaline  ,

For all I wanted was a glass of wine.

Ahh ! the music did soar !  

Oh! Did it? Or did the tigers  whine?

High ~ a bit too high did it soar,

Intoxicated  was I  that I wanted him ,so much more.

Just a glass of wine , here again I pour!