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!

shall name it not..

 Not a third time, ahh yes!  Well, No,

As the bride was seated on the unbridled horse

The typhoon engulfed the  fires  which smoldered,

When the swords kissed ,the  warriors were unperturbed !

A world devoid of emotions, a  planet that had gone astray,

Where guns and knives sympathize to liaison the “if” with the “will”.

Not a leaf moved, Silence hovered around to see,as it spotted

A  soldier ,Alive! in its battlefield ,was abandoned by his dead comrades ,to bleed.

The woman trembled with fear , as she  screened herself  behind the rocks

Silence , drifted ,as if it was the king  of  time,

She was thirsty , she needed water  to save the “herb of nine”.

The skirmish did end  for the War was left to be fought,
for the number of numbers fought, were always prime.

THE RHYME on THE RHYTHM of "Ari"

The bells toll for I hear the music

Neither they were meant to be, nor could they resist

The winds were crumpling the surface, not that it resisted it

For they were devoid of defiance, I hear it everyday ,every bit as I sit.

For the winds were meek

Tempted as I am , overconfident that I was

Confident that I have grown, why not

Modesty has always been an honest policy for the last week

Never did I retaliate, not a word did I waste.

Oh! Poor coffee your “muchness” didn’t taste

Friends were many ,so was one

Witches were many but wizards were left all alone.

Things went by things gone afar

Not that I wish to retrace not that I debar.

Everyone may love Raymond for people love Ari

My whims and fancies are sometimes so darn funny.

Thou’s love is apocalyptic !

Thou’s love is apocalyptic !

Did I say Thou’s love is  ,apocalyptic?

Reminiscence were they not, “why.”I asked , that I was skeptic!

When a baby battled a boxer , Alas! She fought when she was sick.

Sick of the battle , she yearned ,craved for , for thou’s love is apocalyptic!

He came back twice, and so again, “ I am here again,baby!” said a voice so clear

Why did you have to ? asked that poor unthinking heart, for he was as avaricious as a bear!

“I came back for you.. I am hurt..wounded, cure me!” begged he..

Oh! The apocalypso  felt so mighty indeed!

Why not! For thou’s love is apocalyptic!

Once upon a time, when babies couldn’t live apart a time,

Broke the distance, to live through the tides , as, for the last time they dine.

For the last time did the hearts swell , not again, never again , would she sigh.

Remember ,that I couldn’t have hated you better the reason being  thou’s love is apocalyptic!

Then came the wizard! Funny was he,

 who said a pen is always mightier than sword, you see!

He said, “Never give him a second chance, for if you regard a thing so “important” .”

Library, never was the place to study, dated as if rest of the things were irrelevant..    

Each of us broke each other many a times , for thou’s love isn’t apocalyptic!

it did rip my heart apart to see , that we did fall for each other,that we couldn't be "just friends"

Poor he! None told him  that I was dying infront of people’s eyes!

That day I knew perhaps it has come to an end..

I was saved from the fangs so vicious by God’s grace!

Perhaps I wasn’t worth the friendship  , that he tried, time and again !

VECTORS OF LOVE

Love NOo..,lets not disturb love, lets stop redefining  it time and again

Love that poor baby who tries to love , love insane.

Oh! Yes! I remember  falling  in “love” twice

When  I “liked” facebook’s  falling in chocolates,thrice.

*hehe*

His empty glances did stir me

His wild thoughts  inexplicably went through me, I could see.

My apathy towards the untoward wasn’t unusual

Oh! Crushes? Oh! Chocos were much simple!

Oh! Everytime you love, you plan not to love anymore

Aww, its plainful monsieur! I see its origin in its ore.

And everytime you part ,  you feel a part chopped

From that day onwards you promise to leave love undevoured .

Till one day , you love again.

‘ thou love ‘s razed, why love , nonetheless .’ asks  Love.

No, ts is ain’t no love

I am to see if I am better than before as a person to muse in.

the satire.

Perhaps when one holds everything in contempt , the very act takes the shape of revenge, as Ben Parker’s wife, Amy Parker would say , " it takes over." The superciliousness of “a revenge” doesnot quite come from the confidence which compels one to take “one” but from the condescension of an inexplicable motive , intangible to to one and all, that 'motive' doesnot comply to most of the things which run in strict accordance with the conventions. Rebuttal of such a convention triggers a gargantuan outburst of violent indignation. Expecting least from the “less”..such is the flamboyance of “anger” and you say the brazen attitude of “the blatant” is unfederal?!

the candid categories :)

"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. "

by leo tolstoy

Definitely being outspoken is not liked by many specially none assumes so much authority in our democratic country to “speak” or to express which definitely becomes an element of utmost resentment for how can one not understand that the world has a quater of zealots and a three quaters of the planet are filled with people like doubting thomas.Afterall none likes the “bare faced truth” unlike a “lie”. Truth is seldom “entertained” for it becomes a question like how can you stay so peaceful even after knowing the truth when the reverse should have been .... The same reason for which Howard Roak was railed against , for most of his deeds. No wonder we have a quasi federal system of constitution?! No, that applies to everything that the pseudointellectuals try to do where jealousy is manifested in the most imperceptible form and bounces from person to another but never really lost in the process, sounds like the first law of thermodynamics right?! Right you are monsieur! The preposterity of such an element continues to dumbfound many when you just keep on asking a question , “why” notwithstanding that there is no end to it.