RECLUSE

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Scorching silent darkness

nothing to be heard

no-body

Not even a wandering dream

or a flirting emotional maze

My thoughts are quiet

thudding sound of heartbeats

noise of respiration

Is all that I can hear

in shades of recluse

A shallow dive in the past

An appalled distress

Blocking a poetic phase

reconciling all the burnt anecdotes

melting my extant desires

there’s a smoke in me

Oh I touched myself in a long time

   life can’t be any more crystal

in shades of recluse!

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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

 

 

 

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

WHY SO SERIOUS ?

With time I have realized that war heroes matter to people only till the time of war. Goodness in men is left under the bridge till we encounter an evil. A villain will fascinate us till he hasn’t turned his face upon & preyed us. We are poisoning goodness, the more we get accustomed of being normal to hate.

 

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What the Joker has to say :

“As you know, madness is like gravity…all it takes is a little push.”

“Nobody panics when things go “according to plan”. Even if the plan is horrifying!”

“If you’re good at something, never do it for free.”

“Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it’s easier than explaining what is killing you inside.”

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”

BEING…

BEING

 

Why is she so good?

Why can’t she be rude, manipulative, and hunter as the world has been to me? Why she carries my burden as her own? Why her eyes express love to me till the death of the moon? Why she pauses for my insanity? Why her eyes role back on my imprudent jokes and yet she laughs on them to make me smile. Why does her face swell up in gratitude whenever I present her even a petite rose? Why does she hold my hand all the time as if preserving me from wandering? Her actions exclaim a kind hold for all of my inhibitions, my failures, my reveries, and my futile wisdom. Why she still has that ring made of a candy wrapper, which ingenuously I did years ago. Why she caresses my hair whenever I lay my head on her lap talking naively about my endless desires.

Is she an angel everyone desire meekly or a saint or a blessing, I don’t deserve? That touch of her fingertips, her soothing skin, and her brown celestial eyes, her benevolent vocabulary, her magical odor all mazes me to this sulky world. The way she hugs my fallacies with her gracious emotions, leaves me with a tear in my right eye.

Oh the mighty God, give me strength, such that I can scuffle my vacillation, bring out the potent me and can give her what she deserves. The honor, the pride, the imminence of a BEING…

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ADeLe

 

She is probably the best song writer of our age. Oh I love you, ADELE so much. You are as beautiful as a reverie.

 

Quotes by Adele:

“I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.”

“The focus on my appearance has really surprised me. I’ve always been a size 14 to 16, I don’t care about clothes, I’d rather spend my money on cigarettes and booze.”

“Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead.”

“I have insecurities, of course, but I don’t hang out with anyone who points them out to me.”

…Love has no ending…

 

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I‘ll love you, dear, I’ll love you

   Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain

   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean

   Is folded and hung up to dry

And the seven stars go squawking

   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,

   For in my arms I hold

The Flower of the Ages,

   And the first love of the world.’

But all the clocks in the city

   Began to whirr and chime:

‘O let not Time deceive you,

   You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare

   Where Justice naked is,

Time watches from the shadow

  And coughs when you would kiss

DROWN

DROWN

   I get drown in me

In the lusty breeze of sea

in dilemma of an untamed mind

whenever I seek precision

In bewilderment of my identity

lynching in the crises of life

heading nowhere but in oblivion

I get drown in me

In thrust of this unkempt world

In its lies and squabble

Recluse and babble

when people suck me dry

and I hold nothing to offer

then I lay spent under the night sky

to let the stars induce in torrential

I get drown in me

when I witness the hex of a setting sun

its yellow, its orange, its red

swallowing my hideous dark demons

and spitting out a soul unchurned

I get drown in me

when I remember those eyes

those brown celestial ones

that once confessed love, pure and proper

but mugged me and left undone

I get drown in me

When I decide to rush

to the cosmos, in its lacuna

searching a portal that

embrace me with my frothy matter

bestowing some rustic peace

somewhere I really belong!