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Post: EtherealJinxed Poem Office Office | Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantOh my God!
What has this guy got

Urbane and polished
The girl is of high class

Flirting and teasing
Bringing down the guards

Oh my God!
What has this girl got

Toned and polished
The guy looks amazing

Secretly watching
The coming back age

Oh my God!
What have they got

Different offices of different make
Hanky panky in office across the desks

Distant since so long
Finally enjoying the moment they got

Off the Shelf

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantYour hello was my sin
Life just tricked me thin
The miseries grew off the shelf
With the time passing all by itself

I want to be a simple girl
With her prince at her side
Prince charming to hold her hand
And walk the million miles beside

Of the sort of attention I got then
I felt to be in a whirlwind fix
Am I performing a roadshow
Or walking on the ramp giddy?

No one asks me what I want
They tell me this time it’s different
But every fall they leave me
After promises and their vows

Craving for a simple straight life
Your hello became my sin
But why I am the one to pay
With every single fling!!

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Note: One of the few times I want to actually write for someone else. This one is dedicated to my friend.

Trance

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantI
Rain drums my window
Tiny heartbeats marching
As I linger inside waking
My sleep slowly departing

Opening my eyes slowly
I peeped into darkness
Hearing the heartbeats frantic
I touched his face by my side

Absorbing the comfort
Of the warmth he provides
I watch the morning light
Trying to fight its way inside

Caressing the skin
Was the early morning breeze
And pulling me closer
He hugged me tight

Cotton sheets beneath us
He opened his eyes and smiled
And suddenly I knew our destiny
Was preparing us for the miles

II
Rain drummed my window
Tiny heartbeats marching
As I lingered inside waking
My sleep was slowly departing

Opening my eyes slowly
I peeped into darkness
And a shimmer of his image
Was all that was left

Absorbing the eeriness
Of the sound that was just there
I wrapped my arms around
Trying to fight the urge to cry

Chilling the skin
Was the early morning breeze
And I woke up
For it was yet another of my dreams

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P.S: My first duet poem with a girl I found online. It was a great pleasure working with her.
Check this same duet at Hasty’s blog here. She has her own separate section of Duet Partners. Her blog is hastywords.wordpress.com/

Quintessence

Image courtesy: SurrealAberrantLove is not so simple
Love makes you do crazy stuff
My love for you baby
Your love for me is different

To squeeze you and keep you in my pocket
To chuck life and fix you in my locket
Or to make you a diamond on my ring
Or simply my priceless teddy, prince

Your love is the sweetest type
Mine is the violent, right?
Of the sort of emotions you stir in me
You keep me in a whirlwind fix

With the sweetest romance
It turns into the dangerous road, slip, kill
My hatred seeping in you
Making your life a living mold

Those seemingly innocuous words of yours
Make me cringe and think of all messy floor
The ancient past and what not
Of being no love then, sheer stupidity

And then you sway me the other side
Of being away from you, I cry
Scared of taking you along with me
I hit my own abyss and dry

All in an hour the emotions fleeting
You move from edge of the frame to the centerpiece
But why does it still feel wrong
Even though I was left out on my own

And then you cast your usual jizzy-jazzy magic
In a quick entail, I forget all the shame
Seen through my fudgy prism
You become my quintessence

Once upon a time

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantBaby, you don’t know what I am going through
How hard I am trying to hold on to you
Those difficult times still strike me mad
And I close my eyes, lift my hand and clasp your hand tight

Imagination is getting bigger, the reality blurring
And I think how it is that things changed so quick
I still love you the same insanely
But why do I feel so confused intimately

There was never a moment I thought ill of you
Then why did I hid things from you
It still feels all so chaotic in my head
May be I thought redemption the only way out

And that reminded me
Of why I started writing in the first place
For I had to simply talk
Of the love that was once upon a time

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Note: People ask me how I write such, what it was that inspired me to write it. There’s a lot of regret and secrets that I hide hinting at various aspects of a lover, who is consumed by his/her regret and worries whether the person he/she longed for or loved wouldn’t be loved in the same way again because of the guilt and the dire need of salvation. And I reply back, “what could I say, it’s just my vivid imagination on hearing the tales of the close few ones I have.”

The Act

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantWith eyes sparkling, I hopped and hoped
Of love coming back in a charming cloak
But the expectations raised were all futile, the mutiny with self inevitable
Thus progressed the tale like a torn page out of an old chapter

What I had wanted, what I had wished
It was only for you to share a piece
A piece of happiness, even a piece of truth
But not a piece hidden behind a big solid wall of you

With you in your own sweet world, whenever I wanted you so much
And I wondered whether these were coincidences for real.
Thus every time you thought I was pushing you away
But it was you who started the act in the first place.

Note: According to me, everything happens for a reason, even if the sole reason is to appreciate life and realize things could have been worst ever.

Real Unreal (version 2)

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantThe music played on
The champagne followed
The conversations punctuated by soft laughter
And the evening progressed to its logical starter

This is the song for the happy times
Sets the mood for the melee, one day fine
So many things to tell, such short time
While life unravelled itself to its usual rhyme

She sought revenge for so much he had hurt her
But the pain that consumed her was dragging her back
As the story unfolded, she couldn’t take it any longer
And the war she had raged against herself retaliated within her

Was the story a figment of her imagination to hurt him
Or was it a sour truth she had to face daily for the rest of her life
The pain seared through her on hearing his low voice
And she tried to repair everything back with the flip of a coin

She wasn’t a cheap floozy
But a woman driven by passion
And her imagination high with emotions
But she was going to make everything close to perfect

And so the music played on
The dining drew towards an end
The conversations floated on the edge of punctuation
And then the night progressed to its logical starter

Or such, she continued to hope.

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Note: It’s really wonderful how a change of few words here and there changes the context as well as tempo of the same poem.

Real Unreal

Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrant
The music played on
The champagne followed
The conversations punctuated by soft laughter
And the evening progressed to its logical starter

This is the song for the happy times
Or a mood setter for the melee, one day fine
So many things to tell compressed within a short time
And life was again back to like nursery rhymes

The hurt he had caused her, she so wanted to take revenge
The consummated pain just dragging her one step back
As the story unfolded, she couldn’t take it any step further
And the war she had struck with herself retaliated within her

Was the story a figment of her imagination to hurt him
Or it was a sour truth she believed in real
As the pain seared through her on hearing his low voice
She tried to repair everything back to jolly line

She wasn’t a cheap floozy
Just a woman high on passion
And her imagination high on testosterone
But she was going to make everything close to perfect

So the music still played on
The dining towards an end
The conversations on the edge of punctuation
And then the night progressed to its logical start

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Note: A friend asked me the definition of poem. According to me, a poem is a simple expression, not of love, anger etc etc, but of self, things that strike a chord in your heart/mind and you have to write it out fast before it festers and turns into a mind numbing disease.

Antique Antics

Antique anticsSit straight, cross legged
Breathe in and out, slowly
Think one thing at a time
Even when you are bombarded with thoughts from all side.

One two three, relax.

I saw you calling me and talking to me
Shhh shhh, that wasn’t real
You were sorry for having troubled me this week
Shhh shhh, breathe in and out
Focus, that was not true either.

Four five six, relax.

Lies, lies and more lies you hid behind so called facade of truth
Sleep seems better, fantasy world more soothing
But where is this sleep?
That too you stole from me.

Seven eight nine, relax.

What is love?
I wasn’t ever true, but neither were you
Great equalizer, you showed me mirror
And I saw the distorted image of me myself.

Ten eleven twelve, relax.

Nothing is helping
Images more distorted than ever
And I am stuck behind mirror
Nothing is helping any more.

Thirteen fourteen fifteen, relax.

Our songs are a pain
Your songs a pain in the ass
What I wanted, whatever was left
You were happy in destroying each one left right and left.

Sixteen seventeen eighteen, relax.

How to relax?
Breathing is labored.
No sorry not help out any more
But I still stress over you.

Nineteen twenty.
Shhh. Cut the crap. Enough!

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Note: The above writing reminds me of George Bernard Shaw who said it best when upon sending a letter to a close friend, he wrote, “I’m sorry this letter is so long, I didn’t have time to make it shorter.”

Looking into the Past

Why does it already feel like a past, as if I moved ahead?
Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantNo, I am sure it’s you who moved ahead much further down the lane
And I was left waiting on the side lanes
It was like seeing life from the truth’s lens

Truth is never just black and white
Everything is sheer gray, more on the darker end
No matter what I do, I could never see you through
No matter what I wish, it’s always you away from me

Just bring it on
Challenge me my life
I say every day to myself
Just push him away
Let me live like a wire alive

Why does it already feel like a past, as if I moved ahead?
I never did, I am sure
You just pushed me hard for living your life
While I waited for you to tug me to the shore with you

And then I saw life from the truth’s lens
As if for the first time
And nothing mattered any more
For I had already become a cold meat

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Note: The sadness of love, the break-up stories I hear, made me wonder why people ceaselessly strive to keep on falling in love again and again with a different person or even the same person again and again. But with every break-up, it’s a heart-wrenching tale.

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