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Rhapsody

Post: EtherealJinxed | Poem: Rhapsody | Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantThank you for so many up and downs
Every time I feel happy, you make me frown

There is that little thing
Your so called hiding nothing from me
Only give me shocks to bang my head on the rocks

You are the chocolate I cannot have
Or so, said one of your fans
I had the chocolate
And ever since I rued my decision of getting addicted

Thank you for so many up and downs
Every time I feel happy, you bring me down

Thanks to those very specks of dirt
Turning the winds in a way
To settle on everything I had on hold
Making me realize the folly on my own

‘Cause that was a folly to be ignored
For it was a thing withering on its own
‘Cause life was such
As time run faster than I could have mold

Oh really, thank you so much for all up and downs
When what I feel, matters no more!

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Scarlet hues

Post: EtherealJinxed Poem: Scarlet Hues | Image Courtesy: SurrealAberrantYou made me smile like a shine in the night
You made me glow like you know after glow
Those are the few moments I will always keep to my heart
For never gonna another come like a dart

Your smile on seeing me widened
Your eyes grinning scarlet
Your arms clasped tight around my waist
For every meet became a sacred faith

Baby, it was like
I was living a parallel life
Wanting the same for you
To unburden my guilt and to unfreeze you

With fights and shouts
With heartrending and pouts
To faithless life and clowns
To scary dreams and empty towns

Oh yes, I had a life
I only couldn’t hold my frustration right!

Office office

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

Living Art

Living ArtI can enliven your life
I can make you smile

Or I can simply kink up your time
I can be the one you need feisty kind

I will be with you till the time you want me truly
I can be gone in a strong frizzy for it makes me dizzy

I can keep you fresh the way you want me
Or bite you if you think to hurt me

You can keep me for ages for yourself
Cut the vines myself that hurt you red

I can be forgetful, I can be apologetic
But don’t consider every time it will happen secretly

I crossed the miles for you
And I can bring the same between us two

For I will love you eternally if you let me
Even when all you did is lying to me

Alas, my wish was to be a showpiece on your stand
For I was a mere rose with thorns disdained!

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.”

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.

Inferno

Inferno

I don’t know yet how to address you
But let me describe the moment that just passed
For I am still high on you.

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As you looked into my eyes, I tried holding your gaze to believe it was real
A myriad thoughts crossing my mind, I had a difficult time, dear
Though I shivered and my eyes wavered, I was ready to steal a glance
But as I saw you out of the corner of my eyes, you were still looking at me with that same expression intense

The day passed and I could see your name flash in front of me
The name I had never heard before and thought of it as rarest of rare
What was it I was going through, a relapse into my younger self
Oh, I was gearing towards yet another mills and boons tale with a twist of my own make

I was scared but burning inside like fire on a windy day
Baby, is it hell I was sentencing myself to
Or is it simply my quest for finding my happiness
Tell me if I was wrong for thinking about myself

Though I know things have changed, for better or worse
Please help me figuring out for I am going crazier by the day
Whatever it is, however things are happening
But my fairytale had long vanished behind those dark scary clouds.
Poof!

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Note: According to me, life is a melodrama. And if my writing does not depict that, what’s the use of thinking so much all the time!?! And as one said, what’s the use of me being called a case of ‘lost and found’ by others? 🙂

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