tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17215513786555227532024-02-07T18:23:00.071+05:00A Blotter PaperShh! she's awake.Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-6716545825781126902013-04-30T00:11:00.000+05:002013-04-30T00:11:23.730+05:00An epitaph obliged <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here rests herself, a narrative.<br />
Subdued before she could give<br />
To reason with life another laughter<br />
Aforesaid woman sleeps alone here.<br />
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Under the juniper on a hill solitary<br />
Mourned still by this forlorn prairie<br />
In aftersongs of high wind rhymers<br />
And pouring pale dead that blanket her.<br />
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All that mother of afflatus left above<br />
Are torn apart rumors of half love<br />
and flashbacks of sapphire eyes in truth-<br />
Once felt by many unheard-of youth.<br />
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Whatever the Fates had to string<br />
For those who lack a seraphic ring.<br />
Cinder in my eyes or fingertip’s gall<br />
Are not the sorest of them all.<br />
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The evening perishes, I yet inscribe<br />
An unsigned work sans a critic’s jibe.<br />
Words remain hard to engrave in rain<br />
While I enshroud my tone, in vain.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A personal experience relapsing a personal favourite. Go on Liam Neeson fans, loathe me for impersonating him.</span>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-42899766096809914582011-05-19T17:18:00.000+05:002011-05-19T17:18:42.829+05:00Landslides and Moodswings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_s-N0k1UlddxrOXziiuhTENMXpdrpliT7aa911Lb2LwxbXTRh7L2HGSvsDWNn2D_SUmfiWDbDNtk67iNy1HKPOKugv7MtSOJ3MTDzQbioZLguoKWyzaFNH4RekEdlMqcrkCEGNIQWd9j/s1600/window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq_s-N0k1UlddxrOXziiuhTENMXpdrpliT7aa911Lb2LwxbXTRh7L2HGSvsDWNn2D_SUmfiWDbDNtk67iNy1HKPOKugv7MtSOJ3MTDzQbioZLguoKWyzaFNH4RekEdlMqcrkCEGNIQWd9j/s400/window.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As my careworn eyes meet</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A quiet few balconies</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On an even quieter side street,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My talltales, they shorten;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To the skyline retreat.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As a led astray gush of wind</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My neckline sets to greet,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A blank piece of paper and</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Endless opportunities</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stir beneath my fingers’ heat.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To move them now is such </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Slight a deed, indeed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They never approved of.</span></div>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-67648799283187299672010-10-08T11:49:00.000+05:002010-10-08T11:49:23.053+05:00Galileo's Daughter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHVILzubUsHJwO8Gv577igJ7OHLdNT1KQ5BQhclqRnVFIhFHYEm3QvpTAldHx6F8o7OdkZbQNRlcnVGo-LEDOow4FA7ZEZuJ40nxMz0RtA3YTJXmssN1wWAsagAK4lF8frOMuv9Fb6SA/s1600/Initiate_by_heeeeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHVILzubUsHJwO8Gv577igJ7OHLdNT1KQ5BQhclqRnVFIhFHYEm3QvpTAldHx6F8o7OdkZbQNRlcnVGo-LEDOow4FA7ZEZuJ40nxMz0RtA3YTJXmssN1wWAsagAK4lF8frOMuv9Fb6SA/s400/Initiate_by_heeeeman.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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The complaint if I ever listen.<br />
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The games you grew up playing<br />
When block my view,<br />
I single out and discover that<br />
Breaking a nail isn’t overrated.<br />
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Till fences we watch scroll by<br />
For their sake and for ours. <br />
Theirs, for they disbelieve; <br />
Ours, for we fall down as one<br />
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When in mist by your house<br />
“Alright then” I pronounce,<br />
A cinder past this implosion, <br />
A star your eyelids rub out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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But crossing any bridge, I admit,<br />
For you a thousand times over<br />
Wearies me not the slightest bit.</span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Secretly with subtle care<br />
Stares at you a fiend<br />
Kingdom come is near,<br />
Orbiting where you stand.<br />
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Girl of no words or fancy,<br />
Hush is overrated flaw<br />
Bat your eyes I can’t savvy<br />
In fairness I rust in awe.<br />
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Delicate swirling motion<br />
Pours wine in my outlines,<br />
And I drown in confession<br />
As wordless spell twines.<br />
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Stars shimmered in blight<br />
Till the stony sill shone,<br />
Sprouted the ghost white<br />
Lilies In wasteland I own.<br />
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Met lone a tedious dawn<br />
Unaware of all you missed,<br />
Waxen feet blessed the lawn,<br />
Pale chest inhaled the mist.<br />
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Lit my eyes the showers,<br />
Raindrops on silver shanks,<br />
Healing water and its powers<br />
Couldn't compel the intent.<br />
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Gone leaves steps pressed,<br />
Redemption I bestowed<br />
To misguided girl blest<br />
On a trip to a long road.<br />
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My lips and yours met<br />
The scent of skin and curls<br />
Won the war, glanced at<br />
Wharton school for deaf girls.</span></div>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-84517451243429744532010-03-23T03:29:00.003+05:002010-04-11T07:30:42.823+05:00A circle on the beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82oAS4ZgCXk3AKGzGRZB5GadPC5hYYZTGigXAWKPz9K_rzXPeckXtgcy2xHM-B7VZ-OkCgIL3sjMFEuFbF_e14PLUFDFQjDsV6sQoy_xbwGunIrfs0OkqlXtoxjw893orkIwCyPEKItIX/s1600-h/A+circle+on+the+beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82oAS4ZgCXk3AKGzGRZB5GadPC5hYYZTGigXAWKPz9K_rzXPeckXtgcy2xHM-B7VZ-OkCgIL3sjMFEuFbF_e14PLUFDFQjDsV6sQoy_xbwGunIrfs0OkqlXtoxjw893orkIwCyPEKItIX/s320/A+circle+on+the+beach.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here hide and seek with you I play</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As tranced shanks run afoul never</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If sand lit upon morning's first ray</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You’d seek to remain hidden forever.</div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The dying night wills a pledge,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Jinxing me to second-guess,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Eyelids foresee a telling edge,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Where all so reasons undress.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Brought along your blindness,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sweetened with a choking black,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sleeps between us our emptiness,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We dream all that we lack.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Stars reflect on a hellenic skin,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And crescent, in your orbs I bury,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Deciphering my diary is the sin</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I commit for some bad fairy.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">While your dreams melt away,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dissolving like the last candle,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I shiver and drowse it astray,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The sketchiness I couldn’t handle.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Soon this fabled night dies,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And always plays a stalemate,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You once slept in curious eyes,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I but sleep in a portrait.</div>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-17225344328845735342010-03-10T02:56:00.002+05:002010-04-11T07:31:03.632+05:00Travelogue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ndZ3WRGt3eNL2gI5_rQOagj9LXZ0VtTbRJyBE7_xS3tZR7i6HOY0g4rwvbGR64jkaAxIzcPZ976FfcGiQ8yeTkOWD7Zq2DrbrBCUGgQHsRgVZeZwxhdjDnAZdWDGULuMOsf5ZlBlWChp/s1600-h/81078f3cb6696b386a6a31e174f6682c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ndZ3WRGt3eNL2gI5_rQOagj9LXZ0VtTbRJyBE7_xS3tZR7i6HOY0g4rwvbGR64jkaAxIzcPZ976FfcGiQ8yeTkOWD7Zq2DrbrBCUGgQHsRgVZeZwxhdjDnAZdWDGULuMOsf5ZlBlWChp/s320/81078f3cb6696b386a6a31e174f6682c.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pages inked of fables muse your scent,<br />
The last rose of winter & its fairytale,<br />
Queen to moon elves in robes swanlike,<br />
What mighty heart did you let unbent?<br />
Amid the cold love of dragons & pike,<br />
Grove, hill, highland we could dwell,<br />
Alone must the stars be if ever I wail,<br />
‘On parting steps did I script my hell?’</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ok I copied quiz from the next seat hottie,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That’s because she was being naughty.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Her answer sheet just came in between,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">While it was her cleavage that had me keen.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On his wife’s funeral he misunderstood,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mr A overheard me telling it for his good,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That how’d he now wish to catch Parkinson,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wobbly touch to self and job well done.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And Mrs Z was just unjust to be furious,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If on my privy tattoos her girl got curious,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Called me libertine, she crossed boundary</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And left me to do but piss on her laundry.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I fell in their room like a heavenly light</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Entertaining the two lezzies all night,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Jumped on trampoline, hair on forehead,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Saved them from dying virgin instead.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So Father, assure me of my innocence,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Baptize from what stains my brilliance.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Say again that I’m no culprit of apple bite,</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">All that happened was twist of fate, right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If where this river dwells </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Could afford a potent sea?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Would the acid she smells</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Concede me an eternity?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Eyes once open, to the doors let me follow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Your quiet steps and let your candy woe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Be pencilled on my tongue. The undone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Fluids, adorned and bashful of the sun,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Slip underneath to do without the height</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And trip us to the soils of Elysian delight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When white flowers grow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Surreal on a cherry tree,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A flashback laves my row</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To stay here, all over me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As falls a night, garden wears dreamless,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Your tunes of clouded shadow harness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My rambling fancy by smoke downright.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And mix colours of doubts that might</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Of distorted reality or impressionism art</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A picture your tale airbrushed in my heart?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The last dose, the final kiss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Any split second may flee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The rabbit-hole I failed to miss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now misses a storm in me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"If you ooze masculinity, like some of us do, you have no reason to fear pink."</span><br />
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</span>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-81161763162609613612009-12-28T23:11:00.001+05:002009-12-28T23:12:52.358+05:00To Stella<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtEA6ZkZd4bF6YwBGQb2xciMDa0cKGW3b1uwQ_Ksd8X2vqAHJoRLyeiINMnNMbE2HPr2ormtJF7nzxZ8ypZeccO8IyZzNc2njcfcWYjfalp0gahyphenhyphen7qOyMrc3UBDovNdw7hUn5AInyBt1e/s1600-h/Eternal_Slave_by_sergiofx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtEA6ZkZd4bF6YwBGQb2xciMDa0cKGW3b1uwQ_Ksd8X2vqAHJoRLyeiINMnNMbE2HPr2ormtJF7nzxZ8ypZeccO8IyZzNc2njcfcWYjfalp0gahyphenhyphen7qOyMrc3UBDovNdw7hUn5AInyBt1e/s320/Eternal_Slave_by_sergiofx.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Void of days uneventful<br />
Foretold by misread fate<br />
Culminates my residual<br />
Sublunary awe of late.<br />
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Junipers of this fairyland<br />
How diverge, converge,<br />
Lilac of scents transcend<br />
Your imitations surge.<br />
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So fervent is passion<br />
To stroll untrodden leas,<br />
The hopes of intervention<br />
Deadens me in pleas.<br />
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Solemn sans the caress<br />
Fraying, failing on cross,<br />
All so desolate and as<br />
Flowerless as a moss.<br />
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Hence even so I espy<br />
Faces to mould, manifold,<br />
Lest unbeknownst how I<br />
To you shall be sold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not tonight, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not tomorrow, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not in this lifetime,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Revelations, not in the stars any longer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Heaven is futile,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An eternal aisle,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not lasting a while,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And hopes certainly rattle with a sound.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A broken room,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An empty cradle,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An obtuse poem,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Never enough to slay this quiescence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tears are cure,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cure is unreal,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Reality is nonexistent,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The very own cabbalism of overnight life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The bred silence,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A barren ambiance,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Change it all,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Or please, let her sleep for another night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Only poets aren’t entitled to compose,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We con artists too with our two pennies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And tales as romantic as Monday mornings,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sometimes we settle for bait than a catch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Slight more than to what meets the eye</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I always fall short to grasp my discourse,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As never do I go to bed with ugly wenches</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yet I sure have woken up with a few.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If the Crucifixion was for self-defense</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I pen to bring forth a divinely comic me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So you may again get down on one knee</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My two pennies on my beginner’s luck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To land this playfulness to a sober end</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I bid farewell to this joke unwitting</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Unlike long ago I’d say ‘So long’ after</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So long that no one would long any longer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A pause in this loneliest city,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A dialog I add of footprints emerging</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In chapter of turndown eternity.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Since I turn only to you undone,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In retiring light of the morning moon,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In stoic light of the evening sun.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It shadows my fairish glitter.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It blinds one if the sweetened white,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I’d shirk divorcing the mirror.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Shirk not envying the postman.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He pleases to please, ceases to cease.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For how your talk goes my pen.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The comfort I jilt of my shelter,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A bedpost and a seascape on the wall,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The universe for knocking later,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To become a mistletoe pendant.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On your oak where metaphors bloom.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My darling oxymoron, old friend.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">On the bed cared-for when we lie,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Secretly open-eyed and close-hearted </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the compass of a needle eye,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tickle not my fancy to flee often</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To the slightest ice on the coldest lake!</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dilemma of half-lost, half-gotten.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Infant and redundant up the sky,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Down they blur to divide and conquer.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sad! 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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beneath the starry sky,<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My lips fiery on<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As she came nearer,<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then a secret to her.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beneath the starry sky, <br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My love and I once lay,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No longer did my lips <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Which so I did confer,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And read my kept scrolls <br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Of sleepless nights to her.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Eyes alight, feet that never tread the ground,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In these hazel shadows or steadfast starlight,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My concern remains to unfasten the bounds,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Who abjectly beg for aloofness from my sight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Even the baron so sordid in his days existed,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In a veiled visit, I saw him coughing a lot,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“It’s worth it” a cleric by bedside insisted,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sardonically I smirked, for knew it was not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When a dame agitated agonizingly in labour,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Behind the bystanders I blankly did survey,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Making way my fingers calmly touched her,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Snatching her child unborn from belly away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Reticent alike, I once intruded a gravedigger,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Enwrapped in shovelling with tied in frown,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For hours I, a languid spy, eyed with snigger,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Till my message a crashing oak brought down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In fallacy of wakening to my tunes someday,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A watchmaker in his chamber torpid and sick,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Turned the keys of last watch and sans delay,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Softly resigned to the serenade of ‘tick tick’.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Each time, in my dim abode later on I flicker,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ascertain to scoff the traces of this strife,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dulled, I tranquilly write my name in water,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And stoop to see hollow legion falling to life.</span>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1721551378655522753.post-41714950536118700212009-09-23T04:45:00.001+06:002009-10-03T20:44:48.081+06:00Broken promise to a left behind fey woman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TQD0nv5SHrrxqcfvq0o47Gpzs93jUumOquwIHc7u-qsLQyExjtnJX-lqgyzCAPVkQueWLjELrDccLtpMtCkOPZUAiw2TE49OtTi_p-Uy2u__aoC9s5Q2PYEw5qYCF_VKkkRndJslKQTZ/s1600-h/When_You__re_Gone_by_SkullJuice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TQD0nv5SHrrxqcfvq0o47Gpzs93jUumOquwIHc7u-qsLQyExjtnJX-lqgyzCAPVkQueWLjELrDccLtpMtCkOPZUAiw2TE49OtTi_p-Uy2u__aoC9s5Q2PYEw5qYCF_VKkkRndJslKQTZ/s320/When_You__re_Gone_by_SkullJuice.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cloaked in silence, these stars bear,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Spelt in book of my passionate dreams,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Demoiselle you have the wildest eyes,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What blinds are to see and deaf to hear?</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Carven name I’d remember to baptize,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the forest of promise, on every tree,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Woman of sacred heart, or so it seems,</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I shall revisit for you’re dearest to me.</span></span><br />
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Restricted imagery only secure,<br />
Where the broken ones trade<br />
Teacups and hearts glass made.<br />
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Steamed air from brew machine<br />
Or precise miracles of caffeine,<br />
Breathe counter born contribution<br />
In hearsay or polite conversation.<br />
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Yet, of the shop in street corner<br />
Soul lies not in beans however,<br />
Rather ladies with skirts unfold<br />
And sires who fondly behold.<br />
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Lovers, whose wishful eyes lock,<br />
Let crescendo of wordless talk,<br />
And loners, desolations surpass,<br />
Gaze from behind the wineglass.<br />
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What’s sorrier than any woe?<br />
For those who come and they go,<br />
Comes who(ever), times cleave,<br />
Because people always leave.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Opportunities galore<br />
In a blank piece of paper,<br />
But tall tales are short<br />
Impressed on skyline.<br />
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Ironic to take it ironic<br />
Turnabout is fair play,<br />
Book of passing dreams<br />
Stargazes a retrofuture.<br />
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Of shepherd, of nymph,<br />
And other mismatches<br />
In flip side couplings<br />
Fancy befriended me.<br />
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As water pals up earth<br />
Smear us with clay,<br />
In plastic of plastic art<br />
Opportunities galore.</span></div>Fareedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01083486037471471403noreply@blogger.com8