BANALITY

Banality

 

I looked through the pores of city lights

Found none but mystery

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

I vexed few lines of charcoal

Pushed them harsh

achieve no grace

Few travel bugs and enthusiasts

Came with songs of reckless praise

to oblique me and bring me sultry

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

Clout of light is concubine of dark

Where dark is a patient riddle

riddles are born on gutters of street

beneath stripped flesh of reality

I longed for a friend in empty crowds

Truthful and viscous essentially

Could only find frames without a shadow

Endangered heart with mucous of banality

Some voices said some eyes unheard

And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery

 

 

 

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ABIDING

Abiding!

 

That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

….. A Famous Fantasy

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When wicked emotions

brushes the pulp of my heart

Taking the taste of

that sickening saline flavour

poison

and the name chants despondency

Fickling the vicious saint in me

sodomizing the end, to be anxious of

the momentarily struggle, that seems

forever

Licking the thickened walls of my eardrums

Sweltering the sheet of my nerves

Beholding to heel myself penultimate

perhaps on a famous fantasy called

LOVE

Young And Beautiful

Y&B

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

P.S.  Excerpts from a Lana Del Rey’s song

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If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go into business, because we’d be cynical. Well, that’s nonsense. You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
– RAY BRADBURY

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