Poetica by Bhargavi
The Serpent and the rope
Once I dreamt of a land of serpents, Coughing venom and spitting fire, Stupefied and scared, I sought the Lord Satan, “Say my child, why so serious?” He asked, Encouraged by his soothing tone I said “Lord, save me from the serpents!” “Serpents…what serpents?” He quizzed puzzled, “The one I see every night when I’m not with thee” I replied, “Oh, they are just black ropes! Sweet dreams now…” He cut me off, And, what magic, ropes indeed they were! Days gave birth to months and years, I was considered the bravest man on earth, One who can never be afraid, even of poisonous reptiles, I smiled to myself thinking those are blasted fools; The speculation never stopped, as to why I could never be frightened I looked at my little daughter’s face and laughed at her innocence, Thinking even she would learn the ropes of the ropes before these ghouls; The moment I shall never be able to understand came, My daughter was struck by a vermin’s flame, The ending gasps of her life is still in my eyes, I cried out aloud, “Do ropes kill people, oh skies?” A wise man came from now here Reminding me of the Lord Divine I see everywhere, I asked, “What do you think, about the confusion?” He answered “An illusion can never substitute an illusion.”
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Raining sea
I was wondering if you are the Sun in my day or the Moon in my night. Only then did I realize that you are my sky, the endless and endearing. You think I am all excited to bid good-bye to you and reach the shore with an excitement, boundless. I am all agitated to leave your side and die a noiseless death when I reach the other end. Tumbling and grumbling I make my way back unto you to know that you were never there. I have never owned you to let go of you, though you own every molecule of mine. You complete yourself and have no needs. I have known no other need but to be completed by you. I beg, borrow, dance and dig, but you keep moving on. Sailing merrily, flowing from one end to another, flashing a lightning smile or a thunderous laughter occasionally. I assume that the remnant clouds have a message for me, one with an ink of my ilk, transparent and cold. Not this time though, you leave me bellowing and brawling, and then I smile in silence. You reply in silence, you know no other language. I wait, impatiently. Patience has its rewards, they say. My time comes, finally. You take me in an aerial route. I vaporize into nothingness in the pleasure of thy love and perspire at your soft caress. You grin. You find me too transparent, too cold and too saline. I say that I need your opaque sweetness of warmth. You think that would make me vanish. If not being is the only way to be with you, I say that I am only too glad to. You are convinced that, that is not me. You think you don’t deserve me anymore. ‘Life has to move on’ you quip, for that is all you know. You plan the day; you plan the journey, which would be our last journey together, my funeral. ‘Your rebirth’, you correct me. You carry me all the way to my place, not once complaining about my weight. I muster courage to smile at you, for you give me no choice. I see that you
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were waiting for this moment to come, where I realize your love for me. You let me down. You let me drip. You let me drop. I suddenly realize my lightness in motion, gravity, is it? You shout back, ‘I exchanged my purity for your salinity.’ I shudder and blush, in all seven colors. As I land into the sea again, I can’t help but say that, I am still saline, and I do need you, every moment in my life. We are seeing each other, once again.I wished you would take me unto you, once again, for a lifetime. You say love has a reason and a season. Views differ.
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Lilly’s wails
Oh my lovely moon, Doused as you are now, Deserting me of my light, Far away in a land of dunes, Accompanied by a lone flute, With its holed up body, Silence closing in calculatedly Like an anticipated death, A gentle choke of wreath-like fragrance, Time walking against the moon’s gravity, Egging itself to still slower down. Oh my lovely moon, Your beam reeks of indifference, Playing with my likes and dislikes, Compromising with life, Living the compromises, Pruning my wings, To reach your heights, Heart it shatters Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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And resumes its knelling With no pace nor space Cowering in the corner of a circle.
Oh my lovely moon, Mean as you always were, Floating winds to bring a wave of Sharp malice and her shrewd allies, Leaving me tearless, In an arid land of acidic rain, Where flowers bloom in black, Where the insanity of winds, Topple the banyan and peepal, But fail to lift the deep rooted Despair from the mind of people. Oh my lovely moon, Dare not neglect me any longer, My dryness will find its drop Of nectar in His empyrean touch, Gushing forth like a freed bubble, Spreading forth its worn out wings, Exhibiting the mirth of life long slavery, Masking and revealing my self randomly, I shall not share you His wet sight, To anyone and sprout inside Little flowers dripping with honey.
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Tears of Joy
Let the world wear itself out in wars, And the sky sink into the sea, Let the world wake up with peace, And the sky sail across the sea, For my life hath given me, The most beauteous of all gifts, A smile filling the chasms Of solitude in me, A smile filling the miles Of paths un-tread, A smile filled with tears, Of joy and love.
The secret crave of the mind, Is answered not with words eloquent, But with a language patented by eyes,
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Through years and years of static penance.
And when the God himself appears, The eyes falter with insane love, Passion and anger her two sides, They vanish at his very sight, Silenced, light and lady-like, She puts her head down, And turns into bridal red, Shedding down her serene whites, And the tears, they all wait for their turn, Hanging at the edge, Holding on to her clothes dearly, Some too eager, pushing back others in the line, Fighting like warriors in the way, To die, To cleanse themselves, Drop by drop, For Him, for her, Washing His feet with her rain, Spontaneous hot tears of hers, For a gift she had preserved, To preserve, to be deserved.
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I thank her for her gesture, For thanking Him Can become monotonous and vain, She flutters like a butterfly, That makes Him smile; Ending her lifelong penance in the banks of water, She dies in her arched coffin And freezes that second in her memory, To remember in her next birth, And the last drop of tears of my moon, Dies in His muddied dimples, To live again, with Him.
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Restless
It is all Crepuscular. This wide life, a wild life. Sanctuary of minute enormities. Gloomy, happily thus. Shadows keep growing darker and darker until there are no shadows. Just the Cimmerian shade, leading to a state of total eclipse. It was seclusion then, isolation, open admission of a cluttered conviction inside. It is privacy now, of a never confessed, sealed surrender. Full moon, is fuller, new moon, newer. It’s a thirst of an oyster, bubble permanence, illusory love. Murkiness is an excuse, to keep the chuckles safe, like how death is an excuse for a wreath. One for the other, the other for the one, One in everyway...er, which one anyway?
Faint resemblances of a past similarity, the hidden illumination in a firefly. Distinct reality of a future reunion, the sun setting the day. Impatient waves, pushing, on and on, never being pushed to where she wanted to. Back to the horizon, starting the push ups and push ons, never down, or off. Bruised blues giving way to nervy greens, just to be taken over by colorless nothingness. Fingers, foot soldiers of the mental battle, rescuing the victims of the peace. Like a single leaf tormenting against a storm, peace less, yet peaceful in pieces. A passing ray of light, across the sparkling dark eyes, veiled expressions, grueling grimaces. Food for a million odes, of a sleepless dreamer.
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Chimes from the altar of beauty, resonating the silence. Understanding pauses exchanged, for free, priceless all. Winds blowing across, hurricanes inside, let out in the form of stifled sighs. Vibrating the titillating thuds, of a living heart. Drop like breezes, satiating, and hard hitting. The rainy sky, clear and blacked out. Some remnant clouds, gently drifting along, in their matrimonial march, to find the strongest shoulder to pour out. Nightfall, of rains‌rather, rainfall of nights. One drop to give the life, the other to take it away. Patient. Restless.
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One love
I do not know which state of being I have enjoyed the most. Is it the dry, dreary, longing for water, beaming green and yellow, sunny state? Or is it the pale, calm, cold, bald and empty, white, foggy state? I confess. I love both. When someone takes everything that comes their way, they are termed weak and compromising. I disagree. I am strong, egoistic, faithful to my principles. I am a part of the nature. I am nature, natural. One of the facts that people fail to admit, recognize that nature never defies nature. It's simple! I see no point in being partisan. I am disinterested. Lo! Do not misinterpret it for uninterested. In reality, am over interested. I want more. Yet, am satisfied at every step, at every moment of stillness. I cherish every moment with equal fervor. I am either a hedonist or a masochist. Dou you see that, essentially there is no difference between them? Both of them seek what they 'think' as pleasure and are on a constant look out for a way to get out of what they perceive as pain. There again, pleasure and pain are basically one and the same. As long as one perceives either of the two emotions, one is still grounded to earth, like me, literally.
You might ask me, 'O ranting green lady, do you not have any search? No goals?' Indeed, I do have my search, but no goals. No, I am not trying to sound like a
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conundrum that I am not. Rooted as I am to myself, my soil, I cannot imagine nor conceive a thought of a goal, a destination, however unnecessary it is. I will not tie myself to a goal and filter my areas of search. I like to move, without motives, for being able to move, and to move in itself, has reached the status of need. When the need surmounts in importance, there is no need for reason. How contradictory! My need, is my reason. It's that simple. There is depth in my search, an inward glance, in the nature of introspection. There is pride in my search, an upward glance, in the nature of exaltation. Exaltation must remind you of Love. 'Do you have no lover?' you ask. Lovers you mean? Many. The mushrooms, the grasses, the dewdrops, the breezy winds, the insects, the birds, and the river that flows by...I love them all. But there is just one I Love. I see that capital letters do not help the cause and you see no difference in it. Perfect. Neither do I, in a way.
Oh yeah, my lover...In the thickets of my greens and browns, do you notice the faintest stint of plush red? He is the sky. Enveloping my environment, painting my life blue, crying on my behalf, Ideal lover, aint He? Love at first sight, they say, to me it is love at every sight. I have loved him since, since eternity was an eternity away. Still, my love is fresh. Am still the girl of eighteen, the anxious, first time lover, the one who has definitely, gradually, and willingly lost her sense of control. It is not apprehension. What in the world can I fear when he is still up there? Untouched, detached, and strangely attached to everything and everybody. It is not the fear of rejection. It is the fear of acceptance. A few years ago, had you accused me of fearing rejection, I might have felt insulted, like you had questioned my integrity, my love for Him. Now, I won’t. Not only because my man is too greatly patient and benevolent to reject, the fact remains that my integrity and my love have never been offered at his feet for him to have a chance to reject. My love for him was always there, it was taken to be granted and never granted to be taken. May be you will understand it, if I called it one side love. Do you?
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But love is never one sided. Nothing can be two, without there being a concept of one and vice versa. This way, I have to eat my own words. I am a conundrum, a puzzle. But so are you, him, her, all of us. We are all puzzles with too many missing pieces. And we have to find the missing ones to solve our puzzles, our life. He happened to complete my puzzle, my life. My other lovers were the pieces in edges, smoothing the rough terrains. He, was the central piece, key to my dark mystery. I am not belittling others' contribution, simply glorifying His'. That's all a lover does, for she knows no other way. When I accepted him as 'the' piece, I let him look at my life, my completeness. Now you know why nothing can be one way.
'Are you justifying?' No, I am simply stating, for love, is never justified. In fact, love is never willing to justify anyway. As, in, I never chose the sky as my lover. Neither did He, or has He? That's why it's special. It's like gravity, you can fake defiance, deny falling over, you would still be pulled inside. That's why the bromide, "falling" in love. I might differ from you there. One rises in love, it is an uphill emotion, always with bated breath, one peak conquered revealing the other, all the lowly emotions
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vanquished, it is pristine, unalloyed. 'Have you ever let him know of these?' I can but smile. It's usual. He knows. Recovery
A tear drop, Advertising an agony, Softening the tension, Straightening the crumpled thoughts; The irregular folds of mind, Can ever be smoothened? Warm drops of wishes, One of each size, Each one priceless, Carrying bigger dreams, Chasing wider horizons, Steering bitter notions away, Sowing the seeds of love, Urging the Sun to smile broad, Cajoling clouds to shower often, Cheering the first violets of hope! Oh, violets of hope, Witnessing a stampede Can become your routine,
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Make friends with the legs, Fingers that pick on you, Are only warriors of peace, Armed with some ignorance, And all the arrogance of youth! Be a phoenix dear violet, Beam at the brutality, Do not stoop low, Stop wilting; If you have to weep, Shed renewing droplets Of timely dews, Let them be bubbles of mercy, A chain of serenity, A serenade of unsung odes, Claiming unspoken eloquence, Helping us recover, Healing some wounded hearts, Filling with your power; The ballad of a broken faith, Rings inside my mind’s ear, Is that your caressing voice, Mother?
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Hatred
I hate loathe and detest, The little leaves that your legs crush, The trees that your shoulders brush, The flowers that your fingers graze, The breeze that touches your face, Drops of rain against your cheeks, The occasional twitches of joy, Your shadows that adorn the earth, The beams of light passing through your eyes, The involuntary glances by The people who deserve you, The people who don't, People, in all.
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The bitterness lingers on, I am pained by the streetlights, That get to wink at you every evening, And the papers you throw into a bin, Kissing your hands again' n again, The worship of waves at your feet, A little pebble in your shoes, Your home, the unmade beds, The coffee mugs and the dried plates, Each boasting of your touch, Your presence, your feel, you... I hate, loathe and detest...
I hold grudge with the Sun,
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For it's your bosom friend, I ignore the Moon for a fortnight, For it's your cold company, The stars are my foes, They play with my woes, Usual nonchalance notwithstanding, I feel repulsion towards everybody, Everything that's you, Everything that's becoming of you, And I slam the door of my heart, Unbreakable locks at its entrance, Shut tight, never to open, I've taken nothing that's you, With me, I take pleasure in it,
That's you; I drop my pleasures. Some anger came with it, That's you; I disowned them. Excruciating ache stuck me, That's you; Am painless now. I feel light, easy and good, I shouldn't smile like you, I remind myself; Now am alone, I, me, myself, No you, how does it look? I have not known it for long now; I rummage for the occult mirror, It's your image in my visage, I rub my eyes, your colors
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Stick to my fingers, yours.
Broken pieces reflect, Thousand you, and no me? Aversion, none towards the glass, But the object of its reflection, Am just another version of you, One of your zillion kaleidoscope images... I hate, detest and loathe, my I?
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Ship wreck
I'm a ship, In the waterless oceans, Of Life, No passengers to take in, No goods to deliver, No messages to carry, No storms, no pirates, No sea, only the sickness, May be; Direction-less, Purpose-less, More-less, Less-more, I sail through, Waves won't topple me, The Sun won't gobble me, The shores will remain silent, The snails will move slow, The Light houses, won't come, I sail through... Not in the hope of Finding a land, But in the hope of, Landing in a find, The search, For my sea continues.... Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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Smile
Smile, Wherever you are, Even if you are not there, For me; Smile for me, Smile, Not for my eyes, Neither for my senses, Nor for my presence, But for your presence, In me, That I feel, That, which makes me feel. Let my eyes falter, Cheat, deceive and drag, Let the rainbows Break the monotony of seven, And be a colorful bridge, To the heaven, Let me be invisible, To everything, but you, Let everything else be you, Let there be nothing, but you, Go invisible! Let me go blind, Let me bind, Let me not, Let me, No! Smile, Wherever you are. Smile at the tree,
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Don't think of me, I shall think, That it's for me; Smile at the flower, Never let me know, I won't ask her, The secret, 'how'? Smile at the stars, On a cloudy night, Am out of sight, So, not a plight. Smile in your dreams, Let the smirk exact itself, Let the contortion stay for another jiffy, If one can take offence from nowhere, Why not some offer from everywhere? Let me happily assume, And let my life, resume.
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Marina - My two cents
‘Beyond the light house, the road has barricades in it, diverts to left, that is the way.’ Was code to be broken, I mean followed. Taking some time off in the beach is best recreation ever known to me. Re-creation of self, it is self explanatory. As I got down at the ‘light house bus stop’, I was as clueless as ever about my destination. Trusted friend, sure, but trusting myself on matters of directions is foolhardy. The road was so long, that I had to compare it with the road to perdition, it sure is 'my journey’. I searched for the signs I was to notice to identify my destination. I was probably one of the few females who took to walk in such a street, It bore no traces of the high tech metro life the city boasts of…huts, thatched roofs, fishing nets, catamarans, boats…In fact it didn’t bear any semblance to the busy people plaza to be found around the Anna Square. Arrack place, if you want to call my destination it by some name. Why? Because they sell arrack at a cheap price there, simple. I crossed the fisher folk there, I was greeted by a bemused smirk, all for an instant. It vanished the next. ‘You here?-Yeah, here, I.’ I turned right and left like a thief caught red handed and finally decided to go straight. Take the plunge girl, that’s the instinct. This is it. I knew it straight away. The place was almost empty but for a few passionate couples. They could’ve been brother-sisters, oh, fine. They seemed hurt at
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the sight of a female walking alone (alright the guy there was too loud!) I had to be politely indifferent. When I was at a touching distance to the waters, I didn’t know me. I forgot the necessity to be me, you or anybody else/ anything else for that matter.I lost the necessity of necessity. Kadalil vizhunden, Kaadhalil vizhunden! (Fell into to the ocean, fell in love) The expanse-less sea had so much to communicate with me. I felt my consciousness melting away to its subconscious self. The rest of the world was a blur, a mere haze, tarry! It is the steam, an illusion. There is so much illusion in reality and, what is infinitely beautiful is that there is so much reality in illusion. Given a choice what would you take? Hmm.
Sun was nowhere to be felt. I searched for him earnestly and felt him on the nape of my neck. ‘Aye you, can’t you keep yourself away for awhile?’ The intensity of His touch soared briefly and that is it,incognito. ‘ Good, you obliged.’ When a superior obliges to you, you know its out of part amusement and part affection and has nothing to do with the childish threats. I know, I know. I prepared to look guilty and dropped it simultaneously. It’s His indulgence. I only had the right to feel happy, perhaps proud, perhaps without His knowledge. Cheeky ways.
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Have you listened to silence? I did. Listen now, to the story of the Sky and the Sea. The Sea was born at the horizon. So the Sky is His mother. Did the Sea just flow from the womb of the sky and fill the earth and space around it? Are the clouds flowing from one end to another, nothing but horizontal tidal waves? Who could the Sky be feeding with Her bosom milk but Her ever thirsty son of the soil? At the dawn, when She wears an orange sari, he has to drape an orange robe, all saintly and holy. At the dusk, when She decides to switch to an ink blue skirt with silver thread work, He has to bear with His silver-blue costume. Matching matching!! What a compelling RMKV mother-son pair they are! So, have you noticed their striking resemblance to each other? Genes, they call it. Have you even looked into their dissimilarities? Mutatis mutandis. I heard a familiar Mother-son conversation. Mom-I feed you with the purest of waters and you make it all saline and unusable! Son-I came through you and not from you, read that somewhere? It’s my nature ma…Does my beloved mother not know about the rubies and emeralds in my vault? Has the kind lady forgotten the lives I bear? The fishes are not complaining, nor are my other friends, why should you? M- What kind of a son are you? S-Your dearest blue baby, eh? Hmm, this pearl necklace should go with your night gown, like it ma? M-Noble son, I sowed the drop. S-Pristine Mother, I bear the fruits. And the conversation is never ending….Let us move on...
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The sky has Her daughter-in-law in the sand, literally. Miss. Shore is His lover. Rather She loved him, and He was indifferent. Am getting bored with this concept already. What is this indifference all about? Whatever. Am only being a dumb female chauvinist. Coming back, ‘ I have my own cause for living, I enjoy my solitude, my life is too tedious and dynamic for you’ was His initial response at Her proposal. I, my, why? Selfishness, eh? Once even the calm, duty bound sea burst forth-Why do you cling to my crest and trough, Earthen beauty, why do you tail me, say now? She was calmer than Him in Her approach. ' You taught me to be ceaseless, my lover!' Tell me, who wouldn’t budge for such mad love? ' Oh well, the feminist in me is back. Mad. That is the word. What can one speak in the split second that this man chooses to visit Her wet land? ‘We speak love’, She replied cheerfully. I shook my head in disbelief. And man, what do you do to Her? ‘ I add layers of sand to her muddy dress.’ ‘Oh yeah, neat job.’ Wonder how and when this female noticed my sarcasm, She clung hard to my legs. ‘Do whatever’, I had nothing much to say. And by the time I had, my mouth tasted of salt and mud. Both of you planned to push me down is it, criminal conspiracy! I noted to myself. ‘Try arresting me’ challenged He, ‘ I will go with him to the Andaman jail,’ the faithful She. What on Oceans? I mean, you guys better keep romancing in Marina.
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One nights' gift
Like an empty tin box, That screams as a thunder falls, There is, Emptiness within; Never too close for a friendly hug, Never too far for a miss you mail, Tracked in and out, Lost tracks; My heart it bellows helplessly, No words to make out; Only the muffled gasps, Courtesy, the rustle of grasses, And the muted sounds, The silky winds; A rhythmic cacophony, Ebb and flow of thoughts, Wants wane, Needs evade, Life exists, Somewhere, Nowhere. A concentrated haven, A parallel world, A synchronous wanderer, The compressed silver cottons, A giant jasmine space-hanging, A pale beige fetish, A puffed butter ball...
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An uproar of the flame, Vociferous, immutable, immortal, Burning bright, The power awakens, Absolute power weakens absolutely, Ah, how cheerfully one consigns to perdition! The dreamiest, quietest, shadiest, most enchanting one... The laughter is ensconced in every direction, I smile back in contemptuous reverence. Reflection of your black shadow, Illuminates me to glory! Am flattered by thy illusory love, Reduced to golden dust by thy virtual touch, Risen beyond the yonder with the painted reality, Reality is just a dream away,huh? My life is living again, Hurtling in elliptical orbits, Enclosed in the expanse less space, yours, Wonder why? For I know, I own you more, Than your velvet skin, I own you more, Than the winking diamonds, I own you more, Than your crimson lover, I own you more, Than your self, I own your absence, My one night's gift.
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A leafless tree
Spine erect, Shoulder blades upright, Smoothness concealed behind Her sturdy eyes, Solemnity and Solitude personified, Proposed her love to the mighty Sky, Neither can She touch Him, Nor will He bow down, 'When can I be yours?' She asks, 'Not yet" He says. The North wind woos Her, The Southern breeze scoffs at Her, Sunburns by the eastern side, And west is Her only respite. Seasons change, climate changes, Autumn takes her clothes away, Her thoughts remain unchanged, And the Love's rendered naked, She doesn't cry for Him, He cries for Her, She smiles, for She got her reply, Through His tears, 'I'm not a passing cloud' He says,
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'Neither do I have a wooden heart' She says, A leafless tree.
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Just clouds...
May be, It were a wisp of smoke, Or the white of your eye, Or a flow of snow, Or a feather of a dove, Or a parade of phantoms, Or a robe of an angel, Or, just clouds. ~
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How to name IT?
I keep wishing you were here now, with me, so we could talk over. Talk of what, or why talk at all? You don't get to question my wishes. I tell myself that I will be myself, that I would treat you like you were not you - aware that I would act just the same way. I am not acting in your presence, it's your presence that makes me act. I don't behave like this with anybody else. I don't behave like anybody else with you. I tend to think that am nobody. Such is the power. There aren't many takes in life, and hardly any retakes. You were born, with certain innate features, you grow up, amused to find that they have become you without you realizing it. I resolve to be a better person and see myself reliving, repeating the old patterns, being selfish, being senseless, not perceiving things as what they are, but what I want them to be. You can explain me the difference in it anyway. Like the other day you told me that you don’t exactly read my mind, just that I tend to scribble super fast whatever you are saying to me and think you read my mind. I understood the meaning, perfectly.
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I don't know how to change others, well...it’s more like I can't change myself, even if it's your wish, which consciously or otherwise becomes my order of the day. I am not complaining. I am getting used to this, have always been used to you. This is a new feeling to me. Deja vu. The problem is I don't see anything as a problem. I get into this - I have already felt this before, I can take it once more now, twice, thrice, a million times more, mode...I need it, in fact. I hear your words hanging in the mid air, crystal clear, but I would rather have you utter them for me. Are we too unsynchronized? Nay, this is harmony to me, musical enough to sway in a trance. Sometime I wonder if am heartbroken, but it means I have a heart firstly, that means your hang over still lingers, which means am alive, and importantly my heart is intact! I deserve it. Do I really? As in, do I deserve you, or more sincerely do you deserve me? I don't know, I swear, may be I never had a choice. I am able to feel you, isn't it an indication enough? Of what? You know it and don't want a telecast now.
It’s like being out on a foggy cold night. You see, you see not, you hear voices, you hear not, you are lucid, but the path is misty. The silence, the coldness, is all I enjoy, you are not even aware you are giving it all to me, and hell without me ever being prompted for the same! It is like the delectation of devouring a piece of refined cocoa, or a strongly made cup of caffeine, or easily, the tipsiest spirit you get, addictive, parasitic, unexplainable, but ecstatic at the very thought of it, new and fresh at every experience. These are the times I feel beautiful and elegant, a little fragile may be, but then I feel the strength pulsating in my head like a single swollen blood vessel waiting to burst open, sexless, or is it hopelessly feminine, like a single beam of ethereal luminescence, weightless, glimmering gaily, vision blackened for a moment that lasts as little a time as eternity, wanting nothing from the sky or the sands-then I crash to earth again, invisible iridescent blood dripping, sweat soaked forehead boasting my failed success, begin wanting everything that I just renounced. You, first of all; Myself most of all. Is this love? Bloody no, it's just a migraine attack.
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Mad woman
Wandering like The last drop of fluid In a glass bottle Undecided as to stay there, Or come out Lost in a labyrinth, If only there was a key, Stuck,Struck.
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The last year of teen, The lost year of teen, Coming of age, off age, Innocence endangered, Ignorance ensconced, Inanity intact, Conked out, Cranked up, Skewed, Sinewed, Still...
The new moon, An old tune, A random rhyme, The distant chyme,
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The full moon, A fresh rhythm, A free verse, The proximate silence. Add Add Add And
fresh years to my life, brisk colors to my art! vibrant notes to my song, glowing words to my poem
Brazen my breeze, Race with my winds, Bloom with my buds, Fume with my spark, Blaze with the Sun, Muse with my Moon, Go green with the grass, Go pale with the stars, Celebrate my youth, Fall in love with my beauty! Instigate a dormant nerve, Inflame the wet thoughts, Incite the dynamics, Propel the stillness, Arouse me, with some energy, Bereave your tranquility, Lay beaten up by my zest, Enjoy your solitude, In my august company! Your oasis of calmness, Be, in my world of sounds,
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Forget death, Live with me, Mislay your sagacity, Surrender to my vanity!
Let thy indifference, Fight with my vivacity, And lose! Let me win, Not hands down, With hands aloft, Laughing, Celebrating, Raging, With love, With madness, Yours, Mad woman.
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Don’t
I shall hide the glint in my eyes When it meets yours, I shall smuggle my smile of joy, At the happy hours, I shall grow oblivious to thy presence, I shall forgive myself for such nonsense, I shall unlearn certain lovely lessons, I shall unsee the blithely blossoms.
Masking my mind, With the philosophy of some poet, Deafening my ears, With the clink of the goblet; Concealing my wish,
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In the celestial ceilings, Reconciling again and again, With the hearts' reelings, Wearing a shroud of maturity, Moaning like a child underneath, Secreting every atom of desire in me, Hushing the tones ringing somewhere, Pushing every single nerve back to peace...
Love me not, For that is not what I want, Like me not, I am not capable of any rant, See me not, On a rainy twilight, Touch me not, With thy fingers so slight, I shall act indifferent, Say things much coherent, Behave in a way so normal, And oh-so-formal, But, please,
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Don't talk me out, Of love, My dear, For, its my love, After all. Kite
Reaching some sweaty palm on a breezy afternoon, From a fish out of water, To a fish in the sky; Leaving the unending chores of earth, Piercing the endless shores of the sky, Unthinkable by Gods and Seers alike Is my journey;
Between the heaven and the earth, And the life and the death...
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Inking brusquely with my golden nib, Winking at the Sun, Stars and Moon, Daring to look down, my acrophobia notwithstanding, Nipping down, drowning in the nascent oxygens of life, Out of breath now and then, for earth is not my home, Born and brought up there, however, Strange as it may sound, my home is above, Above all, the mankind, the man, the kind, the all, Ah my mother, I left you down, literally...
When I tied my knots with my lover, the string, You cried for me, I cried for you, You pulled me down, sending your windy lover, A tempest, in my mind, my journey, A truncated li'l piece of paper, my life, Clenching my teeth, holding the nearest cloud, And of course my dearest lifeline, A string of life, a spring in the stride, A string in life, a spring in the ride.
I dived upwards, I flew, I flew for my life, I searched, I searched for my life, the old new life, He was there, all along, Whilst I was thinking I was lonely,
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Whilst I was missing my love, motherly, He held my hands, silently, yet firmly, Egging me on to lunge forward, Teaching me to make friends with the winds, I befriended your lover, he fell in love with me, I held on to my love, as if on a spell...
What was I punished for? For the love, that took my life, Upward, onward and inward? Treachery of winds now, My former lover, huh! The clouds darkened, Tears of joy for my victory, Quenching my thirst on the way, Dead and alive all for a single second, Dead is the mind that minds dying, If this is the way I am to die, I shall not mind dying again, Ah, my neck is strangled, The transparent blood, His', Oozes out like a waterfall, I'm dizzied, I'm killed, I'm living, Just as yet...
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Spiraling on to the wet wires of a tall post, Stuck shocked, amidst ruins, Unattended, unnoticed, untouched by the passers-by, Why? I'm married, The knots are still alive.
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My Krishna Born Chained
The winds blew, The sky shone, The clouds wept, The moon slept, Momentarily. Not to be awakened, But to be born, In a drowsy demeanour, The dark Lord, Krishna. An agonized father, A helpless mother, A heartless uncle, Love, family, life, where? Reasons, conceited, Renamed, Divine powers, Science, decieved, Transfer of lives. Some alive, Some blown away, In the tides of time, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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Or the hides of mind. Royal watchguards, Loyal Now, Serpentine servants, Faithful Lovers. A friend in need, The need in him, Exchange of lives, Small, lovely, magical. Thus began the tale, Of A hero, The villain, The lover, The flirt, The friend, The God, The human, The philosopher, A philosophy, His', Through me, So, Mine.
Its a beginning of a new end, In pursuit of some answers, And their appropriate questions, And of course, some love, Not by killing death, But by living life, Not through the mortality of pain, But through the immortality of joy, Now, and from now on...
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Red wine
Red Wine O Red Wine, You get me high, You let me sigh. Passionate Red, Marxist Red, Fiery Red, Bloody Red! Bubbling with catastrophic energy, Instilling confidence and lethargy, You get me high, You let me sigh. Thoughts oozed out of the mind, Thoughts seethed in like pain, Thoughts tumbled down as water, Thoughts shot up and above. Thoughts were thought, But seldom did I think, It was a thought thought, But who really did think? The mongrel controlled the noose, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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The flute contained the music, The path moved for the feet, The pen chose its words. The stars stared shamelessly, In the broad day light, The Sun took offense, And hid His face. What kind of a Life is this? I wondered aloud, silently. Thinking like never before, Feeling like never after. Like your mind is giving signals, For every crime that you haveCommitted on yourselves, In the name of, whatever. Like your heart is, Craving for attention, For its cries, Have been long neglected. I look down upon the glass, The Life looks up to me, The Shadows of the future, Throws tantrums on the present. Half full or full half? What all, can a cup of poison Teach one, in its Short lived life? Positive aroma overflowed, And left me overawed, I was tired of being happy, Hopelessly Hopeful. I feared hopefulness, I dreaded happiness, I hated Love, I mourned joyousness. I defeated victory. I won't curse you,
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For my sins, But I'll praise you, For letting me realize, That I'm a sinner. Certainty, I want in life, Though it never exists, Mirages, in the deserts, Never quenches some thirsts. Let me go, Get off me, I need reality, I need agony. I'm back, The effect is wearing down, I can feel that, Because, I have stopped feeling. Red Wine O Red Wine, You get me high, You let me sigh.
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Black Love
A journey called life, Roads made of black love, I traverse alone, stranded and static, A journey called life, I flow like a river, serene and dynamic, My friends are stars, my foes, none. A journey called life, Roads made of black love.
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Refugee
I am a refugee, Take me with you, Please. There is a war inside my heart, The unholy war, Where the brain establishes itself, As smart. There is a religious persecution, Where the faith is put to execution, Hope is tortured to hopelessness, Love is coaxed to be selflessness. There is a political tension, The balance is disturbed, The organs have failed, The roots of the society, uprooted. There is a situation of Emergency, The laws have been stunned, Stupefied, stranded, Through the crevasses of the law, I peep through, Like a damned criminal, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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I break through, Like a sacred seer, I seek you, Like a lover, Like a friend, Like a master, Like a God, Are you there? Can you support me? Do you have the space for me? Is not for me to ponder, I hadn't the option. I have to barge in, Make space, please. Take me unto you, Make me yours, Pamper me, put up with me, Own me, Disown me, I'm your doll, Make me sing, Make me dance, Make me smile, Make me weep, But do remember, I can do 'em by myself, You have to sing along, Stand up to me, Giggle in fits, Cry with me, I have no power, I don't want it anymore, Let it rot in the past. Give me less, Take everything. Am I begging? Yes. Am I weak? Terribly. Do I need you? Every moment. I am a refugee, Take me with you, Please.
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Premika
Shell stars scorched in the sea Sun, Serenity scattered softly, Whistles of blue from a distant land, Whirlpools inside the mind.
Waves dancing in front of the eyes, Suicide attempted at every step, Failing in the failure, Fate, Destiny?
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Like a heart broken lass, heart throbbing with pain, Like a lunatic, In a mad rage, Like an artist, with elegance, Like a lover, making up for the lost time, Rushing with passion, fully clothed, Nakedly.
Answering a million questions, Bubbling within, Throwing a zillion others, To bother about.
Reaching out to express her love, To hug, to celebrate, Retreating back at every step, Kissing the feet, Lamenting, Missing Him, Even in His presence.
Hissing, blushing, murmuring, mesmerizing, Indifferent to her own feelings, Incoherently slurring, Musically, Loudly, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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Silently.
Notes, Discordant, Space, Emptied, Thoughts, Unzipped, Emotions, Bottled;
An ode, to her Unwritten verses, Unsung songs, Unstarred nights, Unloved love.
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Guilty
Guilty of love, I am. I wished I were ashamed, I wished I were, I wished I felt cheated, I wished I felt. Closed eyes, Shut minds, Black world, Unlit dawn, Divine ideas, technical finds, Sloshed integrity, self strewn. The The The The
perversion of love, concept of falling over, culmination of how, deceit being worth its power.
Words cease to exist, In a world of one, How can I not persist, When you and me are but one. Regrets none, requests none, Repercussions and reciprocals sidelined, Recuperation and relief undone, Restlessness enjoyed, and realities perjured. A quarrel between love and the lover,
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Love succeeds, the lover doesn't, What difference does it make, however, If the moon blooms or stays a crescent? A veneration or vituperation, I know not, I show not, Lest I betray the eternal silence; I bow not, I tow not, Lest the sanctity of the thoughts evanescence; Clarity in thoughts, Failing to live in acts, Blueprints of palaces, Living inside huts, Life is for who, what, really? Never mind. Guilty of love, I am.
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I.
I. I make, I break; I see, I be; I agree, I disagree; I rake, I fake; I peek, I seek; I know, I grow; I love, I shove; I sink, I think. I make the world & break it too, I bake the cake and eat it too. If my world is all but me, Where is you, where are you? Who is you, Who are you? Pristine is my self, Pure and poised, Like a new shelf; Pampered is my self, Proud and patronized Like an old wolf; Who is her friend? Who is her friend? Who is to mend and Who is to bend? Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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I move a little away, Not forever, not forever. Like insects which sway, From a flower to flower. To collect the nectar, To be a mentor, To my own self. I draw strength from myself, I share them all with myself, And spare some for my self. I look back, To see my self, Not the image, Not the mirage, But the reality, Unclothed and willful. Not an act of irritation, Not an act of frustration, Not an act of regret, Not an act of self-threat, Not an act of selfless, Not an act of helpless; Not a self defense, Or a defense against self, Is mine, A living effort of An eternal self, In search of, Life. Recognition
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Recognition, A mere reflection, of me in you. Recognize, Acknowledge, Appreciate Me, You? Effort is mine, Effect is mine, Defeat is mine, Defect is mine, Affect it does, Only my spine. I give you not, The right to see, If am a naught or a sea. I give you not The right to know, If am a snow or bow. Estimate me not, Evaluate me not, Elevate me not, Envisage me not. I lose, I lose to me, I lose. I win, I win you, We win. I crave for the words of encouragement, I pray for the verses of victory, I slay my crave there, I flay my victory there. Exaggeration kills the expression, Expectation kills the experience. Exaggerate not, Express less, Expect not, Experience bliss.
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Death
The existence of reality, The reality of existence, Death.
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Failure
The world around gets cacophonous,
Silence screams inside you,
Failure.
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Impatience
Birth, Life...
Action, Reaction...
My Impatience.
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Independence
A nation so diverse, Like a bard and his verse, A nation so old, Still in the mold. Indebted to the whites, Who helped us spot the blacks, Instigated by whom, We shed the slacks. With Revolution as the incantation, Self rule as the motivation, Brazened with non violence, We started to realize. Men did bleed, Never did they heed, To the dampened words, And the blunted swords. They fought on, On and on and on, Like true soldiers, Like true fighters. A moment of inspiration, A moment for celebration, A moment worth a story, A moment, lasting for eternity. Up rose the sun, And they won, Did they really? Not fully.
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Even after sixty years, The growth seems stunted, The ideas and ideologies, Painfully scented and rented. Hunger still haunts us, Poverty still daunts us, Sweets on the day, Do not keep them away. We don't know to read, All we know is to breed, We can never write, We always take things light. Patriotism, For name sake, Secularism, At dime's stake. From a land of snakes, To a land of fakes, We have come a long way, A real long way. Thoughts, rational than passionate, Love, real than abstract, Is what we require To build an empire. Freedom, Is not to be given, It is to be taken. Liberation, Can never be bought, But sought. Independence, Was never haunted, To be granted. My deepest love, To a mother, Whom I have never seen, But have felt in every breath.
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Caught!
Am in no hurry It shall tarry. The desire to live is on, People still hold my interests, The heights to reach beckons, But what doth stop me? A war-like situation, A peace-like direction, A weary war, A proxy peace. A dry river, a frozen fervour. Reverted ideas, Converted thoughts, Aborted trials, Perverted minds. Caught in a web of intensity Struck by the grave reality Stuck to the suave fantasy Sandwiched between naivety and sophistry. Nothing troubles one, More than the internal struggle, To fight or to give up? To hide or to show up? The truth is within my sight, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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All bare and bright, With a dark halo around, Shadowing and highlighting, wound. Still it is difficult to choose, Hard to lose, To myself, I muse. My eyes perspire, Vision is interrupted, Left with nothing to inspire, Mission is suppurated. The The The The
eternal boredom has crept in, smell of freedom welcomes me, null of the world insults me, lull of the sound seduces me.
Am in no hurry It shall tarry.
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Adieu
Thousand ways of life, Thousand ways to death, Why I chose you, Is still a myth. Shall I take you to the dreams? Shall we take you to the dreams? Where we can dream the dreams of our dreams, And dream to dream what to dream? Where my will is the way, Your shriek a song, Come what may, We will stay, so long. I am me, You are you, Am yours, You are you, I am me, You’ re mine, Why, isn’t this fine? Possessed, Not by you, not by your love, But my love towards thee, Possessive, Not about you, nor about your love, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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As long as both have, Life. Jealous, Of the stars, which stay so close to, The moon. Of the drop, which kisses, The earth. Of the, Oh, looking for thy name? Still? A broken path experience, A path breaking achievement, A path, A break, an experience or an achievement, Is my love? I hold a secret in my lips, As sacred as my love, A dream in my eyes, As unholy as the love. Wished I conveyed one of them, So that, one of us understood, What it really meant, To either one of us. Its time, To go, to let go, At least I know, That you won’t go. Not yet. Bye.
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I Swing
I swing, I sing, I smile, I sizzle. The The The The
swoosh of the winds, swish of the trees, splash of the rain, dash of my pain!
I fly up like a bird, I dry up like a bard, I flow down like a river, I toe down with a shudder. I rise with the waves, And fall with them, I swoon with the leaves And croon with them. The pendulum sways along, Leaving me where i belong, I stay alone, Not alone, not forlorn.
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My moods fluctuate violently, Sometimes wild, sometimes ugly, Sometimes mild, sometimes strong, Like a child, doing nothing wrong, I swing, I sing, I smile, I sizzle.
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Virginity
A wave of shame culminates in me, As I see the nakedness of the green, Virginity.
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Swan Song
My days are numbered, The throes of death Are throttling my neck, Yet, I chortle, I drizzle. A rainy day, A new moon day, A new old day, An old new day. The eighteens of tyranny comes to a tame end, The nineteen’s end takes a lame beginning. Wishes is all I get Day in and day out, My wishes are unheard and unseen, They can only but sprout. In the vagabond of life, Conquered a few years, In the myriad myriads of life, Never had any fears or dears.
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The wedlock between Men and matters, Life and love, Death and doom, Seems to be breaking. There doth He comes, Dressed in black, Unarmed, unmasked and unscarred, He sweeps my soul With his immense love, I succumb to his measureless, Ruthless, raw power, The power of love, The power of death, The deathly love, Oh! My lovely death‌ Off to a place , Where there can be No sleepless nights, Only night less sleeps, With sightless dreams And blithe less streams... Did I set the Thames on fire? Or the flames on fire? The torn happiness, The tearing happiness, The tears of happiness, The happiness of tears, Are all sweet, Bitterly sweet, sweetly bitter... I bid farewell, to welcome. I frown, to smile, You mourn, to regret. You regret, to regret.
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Missing..
Missing .. Am I really? Thoughts sans emotions, Emotions sans thoughts, Overwhelmed by both, Overcome by both, Lost in thoughts, Lost with emotions, Lost, Missed, Missing.. Short lived Short lived Short lived Short lived
is the ecstasy, is the melancholy, is the memory, is its glory.
Parting with people who Part took in my life, Partied with me, When in joy, Ported to safety, When in deep waters, Never is it easy, Never is it cozy. The love of the Night Depends not on the Glow of the Moon,
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Nor the starry studs, It depends on the eyes Which seek them, And the heart, That defines them. Away, From the loved ones, Ajar, Stood the door, Afresh, Is the world, Anew, Is the thought, Adieu, I bid, Away, I went, For that is where, I was sent. Missing, Am I really??
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Time
Time, The only uncovered distance, between us.
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Forgiveness
Forgive me For my honest remarks Forgive me For my bitter truths; Should have known To impress you To inject in you The sense of sweetness The false sweetness Alas! Handicapped by nature, Defective in actions, Sharpened blunt words.. It is the way i am, Forgive me, I should have known. I should have known, To live without you At least should have learnt, To live without you, Or accept like them To live without you, Or pretend like you, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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To live without thy 'you'.. Caught in two minds, In yours and mine, In sane,insane, To be or not to be, Yours. Forgive me, For i never was yours, Never would be. Forgive me, I should have known. I see the rivers forgiving the ocean for making it saline; I see the candle Forgiving the match stick For setting fire; I see the flowers Forgiving the bee For suckling its honey; Can't thee Forgive me For being just me? Forgive me, Give me back For myself, For i cannot give me Without you Forgiving me. I am sorry for myself for my self. Forgive me, I should have known.
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Adjustment
My sins are scarlet I am sure. Asked to adjust, Pleaded to adjust, Requested to adjust, Ordered to adjust, Ordained to adjust. You want me to bend To act as a spineless, To remain an invertebrae But why? but why? but why? I ask thee, Knowing the answers perfectly, My sins are scarlet, I am sure. To adjust means, Being unjust to the self, To compromise, To convince the little elf In me which makes sense Not to, For the time being, For another being. I'm your mother, You need to adjust with me, You utter Adjust with your care? Your love? your affection? Why would I? For I can Receive and reciprocate, It being sapid to me. Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
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Your heart and head? Why should I? When I think, I have one, bred. My sins are scarlet I am sure. I'm your friend, Your confidante, Your soul mate, Adjust with me, You stutter, Is this a black mail? Or is thy friendship a white lie? To drill a hole in mah whole self? My sins are scarlet I am sure. I'm your love, Your better half, Your spouse, Adjust with me, Says who? Thy expectations and aspirations Camouflaged in mighty expressions Triggers bitter emotions In me To flee From you, Him,Her,and everyone else, Not as an escape route, Not as a sign of protest, But a vain attempt, To salvage my self, From turning more grotesque, For, my dear, My sins are scarlet I am sure. You clutch my legs, To accommodate you in my life, To change, not with the times, But with your whines, Are you crazy?? I ask thee, You misconstrue it for me being bossy,
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Poetica by Bhargavi
Hot headed and Stone-hearted, If you are so sure even, Why bothering to make a rude attempt? Am I compelling? No. Am I repealing? Haven't Am I obsessive? Not sure, Am I repulsive? Must be, Am I revealing? Never.. Never to you, After all this Mayhem and misunderstanding. For, My sins are scarlet, I am so sure.
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Poetica by Bhargavi
Lost..
Am lost, Not to be found. Lost in the woods, Without any life, they say, Last in the woods, To have found some, I do. Am lost, I hear my own voice, Through the waters of life, Within my heart, From the earth, From the coffins. I feel my own touch, Yours Supplementing mine, Supplanting mine, Suffocating mine. I see my own self, Up there, Above the buildings Taller than the pines, Over the moon Amongst the stars, Bright and Blue; Down here, Between thy toes, Beneath your foot, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
Poetica by Bhargavi
Bare and Bruised. I think my own thoughts, Bemused by every single one of it, Cutting across yours, Hurting you.
Of your half truths and Whole lies, Which one do I take? To become a lesser hypocrite; Not sure, Of either this or that, Not sure, Of either me or you; Not bothered, Neither you, Nor I. Not bothered, To reason it why, I’m honest, Am lost, Not to be found.
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Poetica by Bhargavi
My Special Life...(2)
Life is what but an empty dream.. You read it right, empty,dreary,dry.. Even before i realize what it is I move to the eternal sleep.. Nothing is stable, Except the word,of course.. Even the word, its utterance, being mere air.. Instability and fickleness characterizing everything..
There is nothing that is permanent, I seem to know.. Yet I pursue, persuade, perform and perish With panache, poignancy and pretense‌
The moment of joy, the hurricane of heartbreak.. The passion, the vision, its mission
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Poetica by Bhargavi
The confusion, its provocation which would ,on an intention, lead us to vexation,grief,exasperation!
For the one odd moment of joy,we endure A life full of calamity and catastrophe.. Pity and pathos, attacking the Mighty and minnows‌ A ray of sunshine in this world of darkness, we prefer‌ Even the reflection of the Sun is dark! What can be brighter than the darkness itself?? Isn't all these beautiful? Doesn't other's imperfections make us feel perfect?? Don't we live and love inspite of all the spite? Thats life.. Empty in content Juxtaposed between expectations and realizations.. Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
Poetica by Bhargavi
A world of Nothings Satirically sullen and Supremely special‌
So what if it is Valentine's day?
Love,Love everywhere Not an ounce to share Smiles,Smiles everywhere No one really does wear.
A piece of me,little or more Is what everybody has to bother Not a soul,not a single one
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Poetica by Bhargavi
Is there for me,i gather.
Is it love?i ask them With all due respect You better love me Is how they reflect.
xpecting,compelling,commanding Is not my idea of love Rather enslaving of the self,surrendering Is what for i strive.
Not lust,not money,nor beauty That am looking for An honest heart full of love, Wherever you are... I love thee‌
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Poetica by Bhargavi
My Special Life...
Looked around me,with nothing else to do, The faint murmur of the trees.. The murky sky with stuffed clouds... The wilting flower with its blissful wry smile... The ugly moth which can never be a butterfly.. A little kid with squint eyes... An adult man with mortgaged ideas... A military personnel with a mortar of thoughts... A detatched family man... His attatched damsel in distress... A beautiful maid in Love... A hermetic without some... Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
Poetica by Bhargavi
The multitude of actions... Some munificient... Some musical... Some mournful...
The futility of occurrence Some his', Some hers', Some theirs', And mine??? Self analysis is a dangerous business.. Pretentious,Preposterous,pulverizing.. I am me,Born from me,never to die.. Living by choice,not chance presented by the eternal.. I realize something of me in everything i look at.. But no one or nothing resembles me as good as myself..
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Poetica by Bhargavi
I make mistakes,but who calls them so?? I regret not,lest i should commit the second biggest mistake! The absence of destination or the path itself Makes my life more interesting and thrilling... More special...
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Poetica by Bhargavi
The week that wasn't!
As unromantic as a Monday morning was my mood With hues of Tuesday crucifying me to death I stared at the face of Wednesday with despise Intrigued by your debonair face was I on a Thursday Friday, Dumped my thoughts with thou deceptive dimples Duly stepped into debauchery on the dawn of Saturday Dressed in my Sunday best, I kneeled in front of thy altar Bless my soul!!
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Poetica by Bhargavi
I better fly!
The moon kissed lane across the orchard, The menace in my heart fresh as orchids, The merciless wind blows along the bay, Meddling with some melancholic memories on its way. The mellow of thy voice does no better, In mending my measureless pains to flutter, As I melt in the melody of the orchestrated mourning, I mislay myself in the pursuit of some learning. Not sure if I moved away from thy music, Or it moved away from me, for I was sick, Whichever way i kept moving on, My macabre tale pushed me on. I marshaled myself quicker than my legs could afford, And found myself, a mortal, all alive in a graveyard, Beauty is not the thing u look out for in a mortuary, But the masterful in me chose to rest and tarry. That is when i found her right near the mowed lawn, Fluttering all around like a muddled fawn, She never seemed mortified in all her life, But I know she can't live for more than eight days as my wife. Her nonchalance appeased me, rather appealed to me, To forget my malice and face the sea, Of life just like her, always in high octave, Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/
Poetica by Bhargavi
Never bothered to bend in front of a wave. ‘Thanks,’ I mumbled to my sweety pie She said –‘I better fly’ And kissed me goodbye.
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