Indigo

[Querida]

Indigo
in there i go
where i left before
in through the dark i glow
floating thru the crevices that i do not know
stepping upon the words that flow
clearly once more i see, eyes all a-doe
something rediscovered...something to show
in to the indigo
i go

[crazy]

:)

[Shakthiprabha.]

:)
nice to read u again

[pavalamani pragasam]

Metaphysical beauty! :clap:

[Querida]

thank you for your support and comments...I thought after all this while i should try even if it goes unnoticed...therefore your posts mean so very much to me!

[Querida]

glassy eyed we all appear,
no pity for us,
no deity for to pray,
yet on our faces
a false piety remains.
each tearing seam,
each loosened string,
dealt with yet another unmovable grin.
stuffing poked,
and tatters folded,
patches hidden,
scratches dulled.
still we sleep when we lie.
still we call when prompted by,
those very hands,
that may toss us or deny,
their very own eyes
awaiting what
antiquity belies.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Another figurative philosophy!

[crazy]

Q :clap:

[Shakthiprabha.]

still we sleep when we lie.
still we call when prompted by,
those very hands,
that may toss us or deny,


I liked that the best! :thumbsup:
The style was very much akin to lot of tamizh poetries.

Curse to human beings, :)
species made specially with such characterisitcs :D

[Querida]

escape is a word that sweetly singes those who have no way...
but what fate awaits those who are enslaved
by mediocrity,anonymity, sheer uninterested invisibility...
to merely submissily, submissively, submit
upon the lounging, lazy, lanky, languor lying heavy upon your limpid neck...
doldrums drumming,
lentemente strumming,
all linger...all finger...
slowly stirring the swirls of somnolence........................................
who does dare rupture
such delcious dipping of one's dimly lit nuancive niches
out of the softly laid silkly plied slumber
that awaits all ready to smoothly swallow
such staccato actions/thoughts/feelings whole...............................
treacherous? ...yes....quite so...so very so....
(but oh what a verbous word that is)
why don't we just remember the pleasurous of passivity?

[pavalamani pragasam]

passive..passive..passive all the way!!!

[Querida]

when i grow up....
i want to be happy to be me...

a happyness that is strong enough to withstand all the sadness
sadnesses humble enough to know what is out of my hands
hands loving enough to work for those who have nurtured me
me a kaleidoscope of rich experiences of delights and regrets
regrets that are prudent not burdens that i cannot let go of
of all this...there is no one to ask of but myself
myself and no one else
else there be a hope too blinding
blinding and binding to an illusion
illusion....how immense your hold
hold up your mayaite promises
promise?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Paradoxes!

[aanaa]

:clap:

[Querida]

can a smile as wide as yours
as opening and friendly
as sweet
really conceal so much
of what you never felt

but i did?

can your manner be so welcoming
so familiar and considerate
so thoughtful
yet seem to hide
everything that wasn't there

but i saw?

did your heart swirl and spiral
with plunging dips and bouyant lifts
pattering to every syllable that we spoke

or was i just hearing mine?

can your words say only what they say
nothing more?
nothing to become more?
nothing at all

of what all i thought?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Stripping to the core!!!

[Querida]

Thank you all for your comments especially PP Maam for your consistent encouragement :)

Does only turmoil
heed the call
of the word
the very word
that struggles
to convey what is
surely felt
in myriad ways
yet flails
failing
in telling
you what
turmoil that is...

[NM]

I've just seen this thread! :oops: :roll: I simply love them. These are my favourites! :D

Queri : :thumbsup:
Indigo
in there i go
where i left before
in through the dark i glow
floating thru the crevices that i do not know
stepping upon the words that flow
clearly once more i see, eyes all a-doe
something rediscovered...something to show
in to the indigo
i go



when i grow up....
i want to be happy to be me...

a happyness that is strong enough to withstand all the sadness
sadnesses humble enough to know to what is out of my hands
hands loving enough to work for those who have nurtured me
me a kaleidoscope of rich experiences of delights and regrets
regrets that are prudent not burdens that i cannot let go of
of all this...there is no one to ask of but myself
myself and no one else
else there be a hope too blinding
blinding and binding to an illusion
illusion....how immense your hold
hold up your mayaite promises
promise? :clap:

[Querida]

Dear NM am glad you found this thread :) as always am honoured by your compliments :)

a tear swam into the ocean
yet was startled by all the salt
simpering:
"silly tear leave us be
you will only soothe
the wounds we wash upon
you will only stem the stings..."

she whimpered back:
"yet i too have been cried
with a sorrow i cannot but implore
i must seek who i was meant for"

and so she floated
and unwittingly
naive and unwillingly
into a distressed
child's eyes
at once
a balm
at once
the child she did calm

for she was spilled
from a will
that asked for a bliss
that was long gone....
and sorely missed.

[Querida]

a drop suspended
shimmers
its fall soothingly
splashed

a petal's blush
its thirst
at once
replenished

a bud nods
seeking
how it wants
what it knows not

[Querida]

her fingers draw spiralling swirls upon a striped spread
and i wonder what joy lies out of her mind's reach
for her heart is already there
playing upon the tendrils of the wind
dipping, dropping, skimming, simply skipping
along with the dews of rain just rained

there she is again, searching my eyes, I rather stare at the mould spackling the crumbling ridges of this neglected hall. Why can't I have some peace of mind? I feel, yes maybe pity and even an affectionate exasperation. There are too many expectations that I would rather fufill, uncertainites that I can handle, I work towards them and complete them. This...this I have no clue about. It is but a foolish dare that I refuse to question or pursue, whatever it is, it is merely subjective: she will be on a high, on a low, not on earth. Objectively it will all pass in time.

her fingers dodge the tears that stain and splotch the spread
i need no one to tell me that there is no joy where she is
her heart is sand struggling to become stone
yet with every beat it crumbles further drawing forth a new tear
dripping, spattering, inching, tracing its salt trails
questioning the hope that dies alone and still
without reason
yearns
towards its
neglected
home

[crazy]

:clap:

[aanaa]

:clap:
:clap:

[NM]

:thumbsup:

Beautiful!!!!!

Tears - absolutely :thumbsup:

[Querida]

:notworthy: to you all :)

slippery, little, mess
gasping, acutally rasping
for air too grey.
air that too preys...
upon this snivelling, snip of trivial strife.

it has no fur, no scales, no skin...
it has no purpose
it has no desire
to thrive all on its own.

it cannot swim, or fly or attempt to walk
it just spreads, scatters, slides, slithers
sealing tiny fates.
quite silently,
quite violently,
but does it matter?

as a creator what are you to say?
it's out of my hands
it out of yours too...
it's
out into the world.
it grows, it crows,
it continues to show:
that which we create
we cannot destroy

we could try...
but right here, right now...there is no need for why.
let it be,
let us see...
our lives by then,
will be but dates
in some digitized
archive.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Wow! What an ease with phonemes and similar words with perfect meaningful grace! But why the persistent undertone of melancholy?

[Querida]

PP Maam thank you for noticing!!! :D

i think it's no coincidence that pain and poetry start with the same letter....but truthfully PP Maam...i guess i am just in that kind of thematic mood is all.... :wink:

[Querida]

may i have a insight?
a glimmering glimpse
that will once and for all...

but i am too afraid.

a number of un-quipped
questions circle
the circumference
of a thought

i feed it
italics where it is not even bold
sugar where it is plainly tasteless
exclamations where there are only full stops.

and so i too should stop
but it is the only thing that allows me to feel safe
connected to a normalcy that no way is a reality


i desire a truth
that will start a beginning
of what only i want

i shall never know then.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Strange line of imagination and skilful word play!

[sarna_blr]

may i have a insight?
a glimmering glimpse
that will once and for all...

same feeling :P


but i am too afraid.

yeah :)


a number of un-quipped
questions circle
the circumference
of a thought

:)


i feed it
italics where it is not even bold
sugar where it is plainly tasteless
exclamations where there are only full stops.

:thumbsup:


and so i too should stop
but it is the only thing that allows me to feel safe
connected to a normalcy that no way is a reality

sometimes :?


i desire a truth
that will start a beginning
of what only i want

i shall never know then.

i believe :D

PS... enakku purindha vidhaththil eduththukkondEn :) enakkum porundhugiradhu :o

[Querida]

PP Maam...yes maam! Strange but human :)

Sarna! What a nice surprise! :D ...am honoured that you could relate to my scribblings :)

[Querida]

and it goes
slinkingly sways
thinking away
all the thoughts that it could not have fathomed
that i already knew.

and there it leaves
wiping tears upon its sodden sleeves
not clueing, not even believing
that i already knew.

and away it flows
undulatingly goes
realizing too late
i know its fate.

but i too kept silent.

[Querida]

without you
nothing is possible.

or so i would have believed
if time did not pry
into my mind
and wrench my
delirious heart
from bleeding
into the truth...

and though
heart still
taunts
the unfaithfulness
in my wading
out instead
of wallowing in
she knows that
she can only go
so
far in
feuding with
the pain
that leaves me
immobile..

and yet jealous
heart she still
wields her fiercesome power
capturing me
unawares when
memory
conspires
with her
to once
again pull
me into
the depths
of what
if...?

[chevy]

Indigo
in there i go
where i left before
in through the dark i glow
floating thru the crevices that i do not know
stepping upon the words that flow
clearly once more i see, eyes all a-doe
something rediscovered...something to show
in to the indigo
i goi didn;t get this.... crevices??

[chevy]

glassy eyed we all appear,
no pity for us,
no deity for to pray,
yet on our faces
a false piety remains.
each tearing seam,
each loosened string,
dealt with yet another unmovable grin.
stuffing poked,
and tatters folded,
patches hidden,
scratches dulled.
still we sleep when we lie.
still we call when prompted by,
those very hands,
that may toss us or deny,
their very own eyes
awaiting what
antiquity belies. good one.

[chevy]

Wow.. They're really nice .. I am going to catch up with you on gt sometime and check if what i understood is right..hehe :)

[Querida]

Wow.. They're really nice .. I am going to catch up with you on gt sometime and check if what i understood is right..hehe :)

Thanks Chevy hon :D Great would love that! :) btw what's so curious about crevices? :huh: :)

[Querida]

i am so susceptible
to tidbits all bitten off
and swallowed before
they are allowed to
swirl on tip of tongue
to leap into sound
emitting sparky waves
snapping to attention all synapses
igniting between lapses
pithy bursts of unadulterated trues
that are better left
found out
rather than
heard

[pavalamani pragasam]

Powerful metaphysica; imagery! :o

[Querida]

lying softly upon the ground
all fuzzy pink trickles and down
bent
frozen in death's cement
bony twigs all a-mangle
yet he sings....

tweet-tweeting away
like jittering bangles

glow all but disappeared
replaced with a demised steady glare
what once fluttered now lay all bare
yet I cannot help but stare...

looking out for maybe, his mournful pair
since I hear it clear as bells
his muffled cries , his tinny wails, his suffocated yells!

sleep, sleep go in dutiful peace!
leave birdsong to the living...
let your spiritual flight....reach your finite release.

Yet....there....do you hear?
His tilting lament...
As he lays
bent.

[Querida]

it is of so very little consequence
lesser than when When forgot to be whence
not giving care to where one once came from
after all it was always some place
on the spinning oil drum.

one's manner, one's looks, one inner face
all did not have to interfere
now that all we have are computed cogs
and media controlled gears.

What of individuality?
What of it? That old fad, a forgotten drag
quantity has long outgrown
the importance of quality.
What of conscience?
what of care?
what of community?

All today place in the pursuit
of duplicitous vanity.

[Querida]

what a folly
that the thudding heart
always flutters
carrying one breathlessly through muddles
once naive
always budding.

reminiscing
on any fancy free
peeping shly at every dizzying peak
beating on just to win a race
never won, never done
never conquered
never sung
never even knowing its begun.

at another chance it flees
towards
the unnecessary:
the trifling free
just to exactidily
capture an idle moment
of reality-less glee.

[Querida]

for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

[Querida]

The solid ground sometimes gives me the slip
knowing it appears unmoving to the eye.

its man made platforms unsettles
our mankind bones.

Each structure faulting the other.

As if tarmac smothered dirt lurches for a breath
that is when it trips me best.

Each fissure causing fissure.

Each thinnish crack a cry against
the biped's concern for
straightful, stride-easy strolls.

Verdant growth lays unknown
its fate sealed
under stripe laden strips.

Monstrous carts callously compress
toxic tainted murals
upon a much wearied body.

Each simmering, smelting cover a man-wrought burn.

[crazy]

for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

good one :)

[Designer]

Nice lyrical imagery :)


for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.

We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.

The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.

They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay

severing all from our own
flesh encased beings

and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves

and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...

[Querida]

Thank you Designer! Nice to read your comments again :D

[Querida]

My Apologies to those who find profanity in poor taste...but I could not convince myself to change what wanted to be written.

Aloneso and Dolores met
on a Warm Sun Shiny Day.

It didn't last...

the weather i meant.

As the two were
thrown together
by a thundering Tornado

They realized that nothing
was too sacred to sacrifice
when you are scared shitless

And so they parted hereafter
knowing their love
was not worth
a Hurricane.

[Querida]

Im and Er
Were not appy, ealthy or even umourous two.

two did not eed own parents.
two did not eed own friends.
two only did wat was needful.
so now two learned eavily.
two own earts cannot be on eart.

but atleast two made it Happen.

[Querida]

what happens now and then
cannot be as unusual
as the things you take for granted
not happening at all.
many may not be breathing
to see that very day,
when everything you've known
makes no sense nor does it obey
whatall you thought and taught.
so merely see how merry
things are as you have always
known them to be.
though what happens now and then
may alter
it does not take away
what you or me and too few others
can depend on day through day.

[pavalamani pragasam]

My Apologies to those who find profanity in poor taste...but I could not convince myself to change what wanted to be written.

Aloneso and Dolores met
on a Warm Sun Shiny Day.

It didn't last...

the weather i meant.

As the two were
thrown together
by a thundering Tornado

They realized that nothing
was too sacred to sacrifice
when you are scared shitless

And so they parted hereafter
knowing their love
was not worth
a Hurricane.

Down-to-earth! :lol:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Im and Er
Were not appy, ealthy or even umourous two.

two did not eed own parents.
two did not eed own friends.
two only did wat was needful.
so now two learned eavily.
two own earts cannot be on eart.

but atleast two made it Happen.

Splendid imagination! Great Q!

[pavalamani pragasam]

what happens now and then
cannot be as unusual
as the things you take for granted
not happening at all.
many may not be breathing
to see that very day,
when everything you've known
makes no sense nor does it obey
whatall you thought and taught.
so merely see how merry
things are as you have always
known them to be
thought what happens now and then
may alter it does not take away
what you or me and too few others
can depend on day through day.

How true!

[Querida]

Thank you PP Maam for your encouraging and thoughtful comments...I actually re-read the last scribble and have decided to tweak some lines...hopefully it makes it flow more.

[Querida]

a challenge that has too long suffered me too great
to ignore the sheer uncivility in en masse manners
when attempting to reach a diaphanously destined place

how pitying that serenity is too fragile
uncouthness sharpened, annoyance shrilled
how then i realize what use is there in worship
when i am jostling with a haggle of disrespects
and every meditative thought has been rubbed raw
and strained beyond derisive irritation

and so avoidance loosens my grip on displays of venerated virtue

Oh Dearest Unattainable
how could you ever love
such ugly beings
all flawed
all feigning perfection
all undeserved
including this
cantankerous
complainer

[pavalamani pragasam]

A quite understable frustration and disappointment at one's young years! We grow old and cold!!!

[Querida]

new born twinkle
led astray
left alone
seeks selflessly
a glimmering path
it knows it should return
it knows itself too well
yet it knows of not much else
but it follows trusting
of nothing existant.

[Querida]

Now the seance began
upon the table, rapt tapping
an unsteady, paranormal rapping
voices boomed
and in tongues much was spoken
hands grasped tightly
and eyes shut tightly
but in their young hearts
all of it they took lightly
into their future they
were about to spy
of what all they saw
filled their mouths with
unscreamed cries
as one by one they
saw each player
die
until no one had a hand to even grasp tightly
till only darkness whether or not eyes were shut tightly
and no more could their dreadful fears be taken
even remotely lightly
and so with all their meagre, mental strengths
they struggled to end it all
NOW

THE SEANCE BEGAN...

[pavalamani pragasam]

Nice build-up of suspense though I got an inkling of doubt!!! :lol:

[aanaa]

:clap:
Querida
keep up

[Querida]

guilt prevents me
from writing what i feel.
it will be like announcing
to the world all my woes
and scittering whatalls.

the whatifs plaintively
whimper for their own little corner.

the whatwills shy away
from asserting their prophecies.

alas it is the shouldhaves that
proclaim the stage...their seething
anger leaves no room for the
philosophically inclined couldhaves.

the wouldhaves...that sorry bunch of late-sayers.

repeat themselves to death.

Each time creating another
injured
self-deprecating soul...
another
howintheworldhave?

and therefore we get no further to what ever there is to have.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Philosophy and word play beautifully interwoven!

[Querida]

two little saplings

their limbs cannot hear
each others'
leaves rustling
shushes of
sweet nothings
they only feel the soft caress of whispered wants

their leaves cannot see
how with each season
the branches reach, yearning towards them
they only feel a newborn tendril's touch

their hearts enclosed in trunk
spread out their rooted love
and rejoice
when they taste
the same rain
and bask in the same warmth

two old gnarled trees
know of a love
they feel it within
beyond what they know

but they know.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Beautiful! Science-turned-poetry!

[Querida]

here i meet Dread yet again.

the queasy proclaimer of major change
will i never outexperience your grasp?

Such happinesses you have floundered to derail,
Such excitings you have obdurately curtailed.

roiling, boiling, foiling
all the optimism that was
a vanished moment's exuberant cheer.

yet Prudence tells me plainly
that i flourish and thrive
in seeking
the myraid adventures that i come to realize.

and yet Dread,
why does your incessant clawing
persist
even after
being fed?

[pavalamani pragasam]

A natural query!!!

[Querida]

something to tell you.
something you could not know.
something that should be said
concerning a matter
to which you will be led.

you will know it soon.
you will think it odd.
you will think it cold.
about a matter
that remains writ in runes.

yet do i tell you?
will it do?
will it not unravel
what is
well on its way
to being thought?

you will hear it
the words all rushing
and spilling unkempt
tears unwept
and reasons
undreamt

the truth shall set you free
and therefore
you cannot possibly
hear it from me.

[Querida]

what to say about the
not meant to be?

your hands will never clasp
your smiles will never meet
you eyes will never greet

yet is it all not well
for in the end
another path not recklessly taken?

another passerby whose
life you only have minutely partaken?

yet is it not life
to pursue that which
we are unsure of?

will we not
bittersweetly learn
what is what's point
in the end?

"nay" gruffed the Fox*
"It is easy to despise what you cannot get."
******************************************

*from Aesop's tale of the fox and the grapes

[pavalamani pragasam]

Nice verse!

[Querida]

The regret
of trusting memory
to capture the fleeting
swiftness of creativity.

of allowing passiveness
to convince you that
your muse's unbidden gift
creating instantaneous harmony
will always be within reach.

of allowing treacherous
memory to give you
cramped, corrupted versions
of that you had the arrogance
of not recording.

therefore derive prudence
from what i have ever lost
write what comes to you
when it does
there is no satisfaction
in ignoring creativity's
chosen call.

[thamizhvaanan]

Lol.. True :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

:D

[NM]

Queri: You've done it again and again! I simply love them all! :clap: :thumbsup: :cheer:

[Querida]

:notworthy: Thank you NM...your appreciation always encourages me to keep on going :)

[Querida]

A Prayer:

for "close chances"

"lucky revelations"

"unexpected joy"

"hidden blessings"

"serendipitous occasions"

"providential happenings"

"prudent decisions"

"looking upong the bright side"

"the windows that opened when a door shut"

"silver linings" and "arcing rainbows"

for "thirsts whetted" and "achievements feted"

and the blessed insight

to see how happy one should be to

know of these fortuitous occurrences

Amen.

[Querida]

how Tragic
an Aspiration
to repeat the
Pathetics of who
she overburdens.

their Loyalty False
nurture the persistent
inquiry:
How does Nature
and its chained servitude
lend Inspiration?

Blood's Decry
of its Use for the breathing Unworthy

Youth's Bloom left, whatever lessened

what Virtue, Living relents

ripened to Poison

and taken with Knowing.

[Querida]

What more
does Knowledge
want one to know?

Betrayal:
how to consider
its unsurprised
re-entry?

Another nail
in the
resoundingly
naive
Heart.

Yearn for it to be Fatal.

Death may give what Mercifulness
that Life has withheld.

[pavalamani pragasam]

:clap: to the prayer!
Others rather heavy with despair!

[thamizhvaanan]

//Death may give what Mercifulness
//that Life has withheld.

Loved this line. But why suddenly so sad?

[Querida]

No more Revelations!

I cannot take the Truth further more...

Lest it be the very last Truth

I ever have to bear.

I cannot imagine
what I have become
from knowing more.

Yet I seek solace
from knowing:

I will know no more...

I will be no more...

I will feel no more...

I will hope no more...

for what others
have told me to hope for
will not be found untrue
if
I will not exist to know.

[pavalamani pragasam]

A vividly truthful portrayal of bitter revelations and wishful thinking for ignorance that is bliss! It happens in life!!! :sigh2:

[Querida]

There they stand
re-burying their own.

How it does manage
to crawl out?
Continuing to wretchedly dwell?

It knows no more than they.

Every time:

More torn

More forlorn

More mindful

More experienced

of the cesspool brimming Abyss.

But there is no use...

For it wanders along forgetting

what has passed

Loping towards the Now and Soon.

Until yet again it is reminded

of the bitter taste of Dirt

once again flung away by its

own Creators

Who will it to stay Broken.

[Querida]

the Unquiet settles greasily
upon the insidious nettle
it has brought forth.

Too painful to touch.
Too obtrusive to ignore.

It shakes its Swollen head
at Denial's Guilty Slip.

What has been unleashed
must be set Free.

The Sacrificed must suffer
Not only the Crime
but as well
the
Shameful
Rumours
that follow

Awaiting their
Entry into
Truth.

[pavalamani pragasam]

In the painful pangs of a fit of remorse and helplessness?!

[Querida]

What makes you think that I would defy?
I have become the epitome of Nature's whim...

I who have ceased to question.

I the pawn
of rules and regulations
of guidelines and memorandums
of glass ceilings and rock bottoms.

What makes you think that I would defy?

All it takes is your Disdain
of what I claim is True
through and through.

Your wall of Distrust
I will scale
only because it gives
me the joy of Defiance.

Even if all the while
Inching Upwards
The Peril that lies
on the other side
is no whispered Secret.

And if in the course
of reaching the landing's
treacherous ledge...

I were to slip and fall.

I would be so Jubilant
in capturing the chance
to
Disobey
you.

[Querida]

In the painful pangs of a fit of remorse and helplessness?!

PP Maam and Thamizh,
Your concern is more than touching :)
Just a transfer of past writings...
but yes Sorrow can be Strong-worded :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

One doesn't have to go through the poignant emotions, one's imagining oneself going through them is enough for effective poetry! :)

[Querida]

What do I earn
with each journey?

A closeness never recaptured?
The teetering tiptoes that
perliously test the depth
of yesteryears
pushing them
tenderly
to recall
how more
entrancing
the fire is
than the regret-ridden burn.
And surely here it follows

Scorch on! In pain may I
know better of what is
real and what wants
to be reckoned.

[Querida]

What distance has life not
twisted and tested
that i have not met
with the decency
to seek the
fellow condemned
who rather peer
into facade
and deny a
dip into a well known
thirst

Be reborn!
Do not deny
the disillusions
i have allowed to
remain undefeated.

[Querida]

The trouble with
wistfulness is
it likes to sit and heavily
sigh its unreal whispers
waved away
with ungracious decorum
it breathes on

i plead of you
put away your
daunting reality for all the
time that i will never share

be you,
for me.
let me,
be me.
let we
be we
for we.

[Sarna]

Querida :thumbsup:

// LTNS :roll: //

[Querida]

Querida :thumbsup:

// LTNS :roll: //

Thank you but what does LTNS stand for?

[Querida]

nothing more
whets an idle
appetite
than a dose
of blatant truth

remember how
it sat upon your tongue
feverishly wanting
its presence
to rake
the very
palate
it rested
upon

there was nothing
else to do
but swallow
to give thought
to its sour aftertaste
may it burn
and cleanse
the icy-sweet
lies that
have blinded
your heart

[Sarna]

Querida :thumbsup:

// LTNS :roll: //

Thank you but what does LTNS stand for?

Long Time No See :?

[Querida]

Querida :thumbsup:

// LTNS :roll: //

Thank you but what does LTNS stand for?

Long Time No See :?

Yes that is true...let us say circumstances are providing ample material to make up absences.

[Querida]

merely yesterday
you vowed that you
knew better:

what has evening done to you?

what has morning's light taught you?

what tendril bridges
has inclusion wrought
that singe-ful conclusions cannot
cinder?

let evening not indulge your nostalgia again
for the night is wonderlusting pitiful
and
dreams are whirling dervishes
that too soon dissipate.

[pavalamani pragasam]

poetic splashes!!!

[Querida]

What do I earn
with each journey?*

A closeness never
recaptured

A faze of
never-happenedness

but who remembers
and who still wishes
to relive?

The fire is more
entrancing
than the burn.

*all written on journey from home to oxford to manchester to athens to santorini to crete to home

[Querida]

Counting down
the stations
what
cold
familiarity
lies just ahead...

stone walls and bricks
tarmac, rails and blurs of bright branded trains
cows, sheep, horses, goats
their fellows caught in a yellow repetitious graze
along a lazy scene
too mellow to change
unknowing of my
awkwardness

[Querida]

what distance has life given us that I have not happily met?
through candor...through obligation
through the sliver of silvering hope of hanging on
who am I deceiving...when I begin once again?

[Querida]

I have become freed
in the face of another
my demeanor entrenched
has defeated the words
that tend to come with the
RAW EMOTIONS of RETALIATION
I have rather saved that for the tears.

[Querida]

cloyful ploys
and
mournful toys
delusions met
and
illusions set
a flame within
a blame without
pondering fate
wandering sedate

[Querida]

How to reach a wall?
One built of blood and flesh
but denies it has a heart.

A wall that used to
surround its inhabitants
with fondness.

A wall that illuminated
a happiness akin to
enlightened spirits.

And now though some lustre
has been sloughed off
and thought the wounds
left have been slow to seal

there still lies...somewhere?
is there time enough?
is there heart enough?

[Querida]

Moving on...
leaving my why nots
submerging on the felt cover
of the sea
leaving my teary trails of how comes
upon the rocky edges
My why mes simmering on the ancient ruins
of this weary-worn world.

[Querida]

If friendships can be taut
how can pairing be elastic?
Is there only so much you take
of another?
How is it possible to
continue until ends are met?
The littlings nettle
the perfunctorily unsettles
how to sustain a resistive armour
a resilient mettle?
One that will not harden
but softens with grace
each time a bright
moment persists
in shining through?

[Querida]

How does he stand still
with his horses long run
ripped of his reins
as they have seethed forward
frothing at the mouth
what hand did they not heed
what stone have they thundered past
leaving dust...that primordial dust
that gathers between his coppery green
eyes that stare off into nothing
while his feet stay molded
exquisitely waiting
for the nerves within them
to pounce
and let him flee
what stone
has set him
frozen

http://www.odysseyadventures.ca/articles/delphi/charioteer.jpg

[Querida]

without being told
there awaits
a curiosity
sought
and often
beguilingly bought
in the very
palm of your
hand
held tremblingly
of bridges and roads
and paths engraved
of grooved hills and narrowly lined valleys
of promises and preening predictions
and lengths that improve longevity
but what use of this fortune without the digits
to grasp it?

[ajithfederer]

adaa da what a poem :P

[Shakthiprabha]

without being told
there awaits
a curiosity
sought
and often
beguilingly bought
in the very
palm of your
hand
held tremblingly
of bridges and roads
and paths engraved
of grooved hills and narrowly lined valleys
of promises and preening predictions
and lengths that improve longevity
but what use of this fortune without the digits
to grasp it?

:D

Believe me we relay the roads and uplift the bridges and valleys, just that we dont know it.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Deep meqning in beautiful imagery!

[Querida]

let us worry
what has been
burrowed in a furrow
for time has given
us much to waste
and needless things
to want.

there is much anger
to have for all the efforts to grasp
what will run
through our fingers
sinking in dearth.

searching for a grain of truth
in an oasis we cannot see.

our cares call,
our labours hinder,
our hesitations stunt,
our hearts sink,
and limbs fail.

what soul remains then for the
heaven that we seek?

who knows
what failure remains
unfurled?
what happiness
will miss the
chance of alluding us?

[Querida]

i remember
the oft forgotten reminders
that i command my mind to recollect
when i am in search of another lost memory
it is then that a familiar tune strains through
moving my lips in murmurs of its fleeting words
it is then a number appears demanding its purpose
as it swirls around, disengaging itself from done deeds
it is then a recommendation sounds its importance and sets off to announce its intentions to the marked advisee

and it is then a scene deeply buried rattles its beleaguered head slinking off (with your regret in tow) to that self-pitying little pit of re-runs....fuzzily shaping faces that i guiltily reconstruct...

repressions are the very worst.

and that is when i hastily recount the number of times that i ask my scatterbrain to organize its distractive agenda
and it of course promptly notes that down
and trounces off to interact with another digression.

[Querida]

it will only get better
more happiness, more peace, more bliss
more better
you can refuse anytime you want
now, later, tomorrow,
did you not refuse yesterday?
then refuse next week
you deserve it
for sure you do
i know you do
see how hard you are working
see how much you have changed
for the better
just once then
last time
the very last time
i will not ask again
ever
this is the last time
ever
that i am going to ask
you except
of course unless you deserve
to again try
you know as a reward
you should really appreciate yourself
it feels good
of course
what is there to be worried about
what consequence
what isn't without consequence
one life to live
one addiction to relive
find relief now
find reprieve another day

[Querida]

to envy the sorrows
that have comforts

to question the cares
of those who have
ones to save them

to search for a
smaller piece
of a gauzy dream
all glimmering with hope
one where joy
is still buoyant
and ignorant
of the troubles
that follow

to deny that a whimper
was heard where a
roar was throughly expected

to seek the words
that were heard in the heart
but were left unsaid
the air still silent
and stuck within
the breath
wishing to remain
inside
and end what all
it had started

and to forget what
hope there ever
was of returning
to that little
sad pit of denial

[Shakthiprabha]

Beautiful Q! Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

I can see the hits, the clicks and the reading and....the silence which has garlanded ur poetries.

[Shakthiprabha]

Q,


Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

You made me attempt a poetry.
Some works / feelings / poetries dont deserve words..they are too precious to be conveyed thro words. I attempted a poetry on the same theme.

Continue writing Q :bow:

[Querida]

Q,


Too beautiful that any word spoken I think would disturb the depth, thick silence, the mourning which is better left undisturbed like a clear pool.

You made me attempt a poetry.
Some works / feelings / poetries dont deserve words..they are too precious to be conveyed thro words. I attempted a poetry on the same theme.

Continue writing Q :bow:

Dearest Shakthi, often it is the responses from hubbers that gives me the motivation to keep writing. I feel that silence at times means that my writings have become a stuck record that has hit a rut and still tries to keep on spinning. So you can very much imagine what pleasure it is to read your comments :notworthy: :ty:

I have made you do no such thing...it is your talent that has brought such a piece of poetry to express feelings that often we struggle to express...

I can only say that a pool undisturbed will never know its own potential for depth...thank you for wishing at this well :P

[Querida]

unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Very interesting questions on behalf of flower!!!

[Querida]

keep your fingers crossed
your heart open
your vision willing
your dreams real

keep your smile secret
your heart willing
your vision sure
your dreams strong

keep your eyes dry
your heart strong
your vision unblurred
your dreams from fleeting

keep your head up
your heart patched up
your vision realistic
your dreams as dreams

[pavalamani pragasam]

:exactly:
Growing up gradually to become realistic and strong keeping head high with patched-up heart or not!

[Querida]

where does the weary wind go?
it seeps into the hearts
of the woed.
there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.
it blinds the eyes
that see no future.
it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.
its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.

[Querida]

gather the visions, that have not come true
do not let them scatter
they will only sneak in later
ready to inflate and flatter
what is not possible.

gather the dreams, all broken and torn
do not let them fly
they will only land later
and once again pry.

gather the lies, all found and spoken
do not let even one survive
they will only bleed in later
ready to further deprive.

gather all the loves forsaken
do not let them stay
they will only linger and linger
waiting to betray.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Truly blue bliss!?

[Querida]

Truly blue bliss!?

Actually PP Maam that's not a link to this thread, rather it's a gallery of RadhaKrishna art that I have been collecting.

[Querida]

heart rushing
mouth dry
fingers numb
and blaming
no one but
myself
what have i done?
why have i forgotten?
such a simple thing!

heart rushing
eyes shut in fustration
hands clenched in anger
and blaming
everything and
anything
why me?
why have I been forgotten?
such a misery!

heart rushing
feet light as air
no one to blame
who has not seen me through all this?
why have I not realized this before?
such a blissful mystery!

[Querida]

I remember you only when I need you
with one moment cursing myself
the other moment begging for your reassurance
some comfort, some chance, some hope
pleading for it all to be alright
berating your creations
asking you to see the injustice
asking you to intervene
asking you to hear me out
and somehow...when things turn out right
forgetting you...shamefully renouncing you
and all that you have done for me
with silence.

[NM]

:cheer: :cheer: :cheer: happy birthday to the thread-owner :)

[Querida]

i know i haven't visited for a long time...and now lo and behold i am to teach a bunch of rambunctious eleven-year-olds...poetry!

besides that my muse has a very bad habit of only peeking in on me when I am all a mess and entangled in emotions...woe is me :P

and so for old time's sake before being sucked back to planning academia:
a small whim of a poem.


pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
tapping along
the life time that
ticks me by
before my very eyes

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
stopping quite still
to only mock
your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery

[Querida]

what do i wait for
what do i know
what will do i see
from now till when?

why have the idyllic circles
of life wound all around me
but have only left me
ensnared in its
mess of doubts

when does realisation arise
shiny, happy, pure
coming at a charging speed
to hear me chide its tardiness
to set my heart at peace
to let my what ifs, whens,
who and hows cease

[Querida]

it's quite unfair
i'm two for two
the less you know
the less you do not explore
the better it is for me
to leave it all behind
and have the chance
to change direction

it's quite unfair
i'm dreading a vengeful three
the less you know
the less you will have to deplore
the better it is for me
to finally stumble and stop
and for goodness sake
not into myriad pieces
break!

[NM]

pendulum
to and fro
to and fro
along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe

reminds me of my pendulum wall-clock, queri ... but never did it occur to me to write a poem like yours :) :D

[NM]

it's quite unfair
i'm two for two
the less you know
the less you do not explore
the better it is for me
to leave it all behind
and have the chance
to change direction

it's quite unfair
i'm dreading a vengeful three
the less you know
the less you will have to deplore
the better it is for me
to finally stumble and stop
and for goodness sake
not into myriad pieces
break!
:thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Continuing on the same metaphysical, melancholic line! But simple and beautiful which is poetry! :2thumbsup:

[Querida]

sometimes doubt
and i collude
that maybe
may meet
certain.

that is all the
consequence
that you can
expect for now.

sooner and later
often don't see
each other
but they know
they will meet
on one occasion
that is bound to happen.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thrills and trepidations of expectation!

[Querida]

this is why realization
often scoffs:
because unaware are
the smart
until it smarts...

unbeknownst to knowledge
dallies hope, luck and dream
and when they each have their chance
knowledge congratulates experience
and fate intervenes
to say "I told you so".

this is why realization
often scoffs:
because memory is treacherous
it only hopes to add
re-collect its causes
effects are not in its care.

Muse: "Ninaikka Therindha Maname"

[pavalamani pragasam]

Ruthful!

[Querida]

Thank you PP Maam for your prompt and succinct reactions :)

[Querida]

bittersweet
a fitful
taste
an ever changing face
ever at a stop and start evolving pace
a back and forth of past and present
of regret and attempts at renewal
of new salt on old wounds
of fear forgot and fear anew
sweetly bitter truths
that sting and soothe
and scar no less.

[Querida]

Having heard
its new name
a little wound one
excitedly
jittered
within her
inner sanctum

time would make its
form and name true
but her voice
whispered...

hotly, insisted...
"they will have flown
and I will only
hear the wind a-lowing"

within itself its slowed
heart beat fevered.
the colours swirled
yet did not settle.
the tendrils braced
but did not spread.
the silk unfurled
but lay tattered.

and out of the
chrysalis came,
the one seeking
her name,
and heard only
the flutter-flutter of
surrounding
wings.

[Querida]

vulnerability
comes in glimpses

down the drain
with the suds
off it rinses

no one peers
into a soul
without paying
an equal toll

eyes may water
eyes may tear
but for want of
or lack of
fear...

lips are sealed.

[Querida]

"Is it for me?"

Darling,
I would never write for you...

You never let me in.

Our souls never touched.

We never held on
as if
we would
die
letting go.

each others' hearts
half empty
to the brim never filled.

but Querido I write for...

long forgotten days
and oft wasted hours...

I am still his.

I still am the pin
in his heart
that I push in.

Within my heart
he still carves,
his mincing words
he silently
whittles in.

loved and hated
a bond never sated.

I hated him for letting love go...
He loved the hate that
hid his woes.

[Shakthiprabha]

within itself its slowed
heart beat fevered.
the colours swirled
yet did not settle.
the tendrils braced
but did not spread.
the silk unfurled
but lay tattered.

and out of the
chrysalis came,
the one seeking
her name,
and heard only
the flutter-flutter of
surrounding
wings.


:bow:



I hated him for letting love go...
He loved the hate that
hid his woes.

sweet tortures.

nah..."torture" still doesnt justify. Its much more...eh.


nice ones Q! Long time...

:clap:

[Querida]

Thank you Shakthi! :D

I look forward to your responses always...

Yes I missed posting poems...to the point when reading over what I wrote in the past...it seemed to be written by a totally different person...
and I started again doing what I loathe...dismissing words coming together because of "busyness"

[Querida]

the eyes are upon me
questioning...

curiosity mews somewhere...

seeking an answer
and though I look away
I can tell...no see...and hear...and just feel the...
[...tic/tic/tic...tic/tic/tic...]
of the gears turning...

The eyes are upon me
lit up with intrigue.

the lady doth protest too much...
she thinks, he thinks, they thinks
who wants what me thinks?

where is the
meek little leak
of what really is going on...?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Q, your poetic soliloquies have a unique quality of imagination, word play and poignancy! Good!

[Querida]

:ty: PP Maam ...I have to admit I do always strive for uniqueness and I've always had a weakness for word play and alliteration :)

[Querida]

it's only the winding wind
that follows the Sindh
like weaving twine
all through the pind
looking for its
mighty kin,
its
tributary twin.

where their
paths align
and interwine
rough and wavy
trickling and thin

knowing
that wherein
there is din
there are certainly
water-needing deni-zens
running along its
splashing shoreline
beguiled by its ripples benign
it returns to where
the crashing waves
begin, began and rush ever towards time.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Deep imagery!

[Querida]

fishing for an answer
with no bait in sight
casting with a dream
and reeling in a
catch of reality.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Wow!

[Querida]

Thanx Maam :D , thought I'd continue with the theme but that one verse seemed so much better off on its own, so left it as it was.

[Querida]

awaiting to be lit
to hear the
scratch and sizzle
a little candy striped
candle
lingered with
waxy unconcern.

year after year,
it was used,
its companions,
increasing.

one by one,
each blown out,
by the birthday child
(or hurriedly puffed out
by their naughty siblings).

each year the child loomed
tallishly over them.
a spittle-charged pfffft!
became an expertly blown poof.

rolling languidly out of their box
stretching their bent wicks
wondering:
pattern or circle?
sparkler or nume-ral candle?
ice cream or safely mooring butter-cream?

much to their surprised dismay...
only one was taken,
only one was lit,
another grabbed
but

then left stranded on the counter.

yet the huddle
heartily chanted
past ten..

between two manicured nails
the only one
was fizzled out
and
swiftly tossed aside.

the box
and its lacquered ones
gathered up
and put aways
for another year
and another one
if any

[pavalamani pragasam]

Time and tide wait for no man!

[Querida]

it was then i realized
how wary you are of me...

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman
possessed

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.

[pavalamani pragasam]

whirlwind of emotions!

[Querida]

With any other person
my haughtiness would flare
my dignity would prevail
the dulling of your countenance
the irritated spark in your eyes
the downward turn of your mouth
would be enough
for me to turn away

if you were any other person...

i wouldn't try to meet your eyes
i wouldn't stop to ask why?
my days would not be filled
with silent chiding and sighs

I should be done
I should be through
but instead i wait upon
time and reason
to do what
subtle
subjectivity
fails to do
but does anyways.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Age-old mystery!!!

[Querida]

[tscii:9b617353fa]
Si Sólo Supieras...*

It sparkles when spat on
It glimmers when wept on
If it ever was to...
It would only bleed dust


*(Spanish): If you only knew[/tscii:9b617353fa]

[pavalamani pragasam]

:confused2:

[Querida]

:confused2:

Why the confusion?

subject confusion or reaction confusion? :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

subject. It is a puzzle.

[Querida]

subject. It is a puzzle.

you may find yourself between it and a hard place :wink: :D

[Querida]

buried in the bleached sand
lies a rusted mirror
grains of sand
gathered together
lazily cover
an image
long faded
long frozen
long forgotten
its dull sorrows
past-seen
at last
unreflected.

Muse: Dhavaenin Kovil

"iNaivadhu ellaam pirivadharkaaga
idhayangaL ellaam maRappadhaRkaaga
maRandhaal thaanae nimmadhi..."

[pavalamani pragasam]

Feeling blue!

[Querida]

PP Maam, your comment about feeling blue...I cannot say that feeling a certain way leads to writing for that same way :D
though musing on feelings led me to this:

stressed. depressed. ser-i-ous.
down, in a valley of doubt...
do not know what it's all for or about.

questioning...confused...enlightenment refused....
slip back two steps for every one...
do not know and wondering where to stop and where to go.

regret/remorse...ashamed/guilty
stuck in a spot wondering whether the past will taint which way the path will flow...
do not know the consequences, cannot escape from prickling reproaches.

irate-annoyed-angry-mad!!!
stomping towards nowhere...
do not want to see beyond what is not known.

shy....a little...timid...a little...abashed...hesitant...reluctant....a little
cannot move beyond an inch unless given way...
do not see beyond the moment or beyond the ground.

happy, joy, gladly-glad.
up in the mountain...
do not care to know, where i go, life follows.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Of course, poems need not always be autobiographical! Imagined feelings are more beautiful than experienced ones! I don't deceive myself into believing the words of a poem as personal!!!

[Querida]

"Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."*

Many paths lay
swerving towards the horizon...

Yet sir what of leaving
The Way?

The rushes shush
And the catkins shyly nod
No lane weaves through
No clearing announces
Its presence.

And yet it beckons
An Oasis that
Asks through the
Whispering wind
for
Its existence
To be found.

*"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

[pavalamani pragasam]

Beautiful!

[Querida]

Why is solace so
singularly sad
yet uplifting
in its hushed solitude?

is it not then
we hear the lilting
melodies of our hearts?

Why is silence
sought out
when the wind
hushes
for no one

and whispers
no names but
those we keep
secret and close
to our heart of hearts?

How could it be more tender
in any other way?

Why would I want
a pain loved so truly
by solemness
shared in any other way?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Lovely!

[Miss Kavya]

PP Maam, your comment about feeling blue...I cannot say that feeling a certain way leads to writing for that same way :D
though musing on feelings led me to this:

stressed. depressed. ser-i-ous.
down, in a valley of doubt...
do not know what it's all for or about.

questioning...confused...enlightenment refused....
slip back two steps for every one...
do not know and wondering where to stop and where to go.

regret/remorse...ashamed/guilty
stuck in a spot wondering whether the past will taint which way the path will flow...
do not know the consequences, cannot escape from prickling reproaches.

irate-annoyed-angry-mad!!!
stomping towards nowhere...
do not want to see beyond what is not known.

shy....a little...timid...a little...abashed...hesitant...reluctant....a little
cannot move beyond an inch unless given way...
do not see beyond the moment or beyond the ground.

happy, joy, gladly-glad.
up in the mountain...
do not care to know, where i go, life follows.



Excellent Work! :D

[Querida]

Thank you Miss. Kavya :D
it was just a lighthearted musing on emotions :)

[Querida]

I built a house in the sky
and though it
braced and buckled
crumbled and broke
I built a little house in the sky.

I painted it
all the colours
of a twilight night.

I came to see it
whenever I could
I pushed open
the door
and oftentimes
I fell right through.

Many a time
it locked me out
and at times it locked me in
but sometimes it left the door ajar.

I wished to walk upon
its clouded tiles
to caress its warm hued walls
and to call it my heart...my home.

But
I knew a house built
in the sky
would
remain
behind my dreaming eyes.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Beautiful imagination!

[Querida]

do not make
assumptions
for what you know not

for then what all
I have worked for
will be bought...

handed swiftly
over to
Forget and Forgot

Once again
to be felt and sought
to be slowly
yes slowly
rethought.

[Querida]

I don't beg for gold no more
I beg only for the forgotten Old.

Their toothless grins
and faces, weathered grim.

"Do you remember me?"

"Why no, I don't remember me..."

I do not know who stares at me
from my bedroom door...

I do not know who seeks my
eyes in the mirror...

I do not know who waits for me
in the darkened corridors...

I do not know who has
crossed out my name
and penned in

<INSANE>

Why do children come
to hold my hand and smile?

Why do I string along
numbers just to dial?

"Hello, are you there?
Can you Help me?
I don't know who I'm calling..."

Multicoloured pills
and purposeful spills
and so many
just much
too many
ills.

"Do you know who I am?"
"Why yes, of course"
"Why yes that's who."

Fight or Flight?
Fight or Fright?

"Why am I here?
Why am I here?"

Why you're here
to stay.
You're here to pray.
You're here to spend
your weakening time
day by passing day.

and so....
I stay where
I am.

searching/seeking
for an answer
long left without reply

as to who and why
I still am.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Full of pathos!

[Querida]

life's passing you by
yet you think towards
an end

not of all the things that could be
but of all things that have to be done

society reins you in with expectations
yet what reigns your heart
is that obscure
little cliff
off to the side of the road
lost in the mist
and its depths unknown

much abuzz about nothing
for that far off unseen lapse

a collapse perhaps

soon enough all the nay-sayers
will raise their heads to unmovable Will
and all the gossipers thirsts will be slaked

and once again that soft-misted cliff
with precipice deep and hollow
will allow those who seek
and those who no one will follow...
a bridge.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Nice word play as usual! Also black thoughts as usual!

[Querida]

Oh Maam, I was trying to convey a hopeful theme...

as in someone finding their own path and even if others disapprove/do not follow/understand if they believe in their dreams...their cliff will appear as a bridge. :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

:)

[Querida]

Thanksgiving:
a feeling
assigned to a day
lest it be forgot.
best it is to be
realized...
blest to
know its worth...
no need to
say in jest,
all dressed,
and ready to fest.

know it unprofessed...
feel it unexpressed...
do it without a reason to impress...
say it
without
behest.

[pavalamani pragasam]

:yes:

[Querida]

Truth once told me
that Uncertainty
will one day kill me.

So off I set to find UnC
yet upon meeting him
I could only blame Stress.

Stress addled and full of bile
haughtily stalked towards me
and after a few choice words
told me to go accuse Denial.

Denial of course was always near
I tried as much as I could to look him in the eye
but behind Denial stood Fear.

[Querida]

i have a soul
i search for it day and night
i seek it in the mirror
i seek it in eyes
i seek it in smiles
i seek it
and yet it eludes me
i crave its perfection
the perfection
that comes out of my dreamt shadows
its murmurs soft in a slept glance
held without touching
between my bewitched fingers
within and effortlessly in all
scrapped clean
cut free
bled pure
of all the tainted intent
of man

[pavalamani pragasam]

Philosophical! :sigh2:

[Querida]

DARKNESS

slides and slips
like a mottled marble slab
cascading to the edge of
a slick, wet ice table
crashing into an infinite
number of pieces
each
crystallizing
into a gauzy silk
luxurious yet softly
and swiftly stifling.

prickly, pins and needles
stinging until numb
i drowsily helpless
to resist its
gloopy, gloppy, oozy
pit of tarry molasses

muddled mists lazily smoke,
rustling whispers surround
in a hovering inky haze

startling neoned colours
burst and collide
spark and fade
across the starless pitch-black night
pulsating in the distance
dimmer still no nearer
further still no end

a panther prowls
its spots unseen.

[pavalamani pragasam]

A feast of sound and images!
BTW, a panther? :shaking:

[Querida]

Yes maam...panther aka the black leopard has spots but not easily seen in normal light...so in the dark :devil:

[pavalamani pragasam]

:)

[Querida]

Here I find you
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I sought you with awakened patience
unwittingly enthralled by night
eyes rimmed with burnt exhaustion
lids wavering on closed
tossing, turning,twisting,
thoroughly restless..............

A frenzied mind
that without you
tirelessly keeps a-spinning..........
stewing in its own
endless maze...........

And what simulated slumber
have I chanced upon now?

my limbs, they lay busily abuzz
under the leaden burden of daze
my tranquilized mind, not my own
held prisoner upon the threshold
of dreams
sluggishly struggling past the nitty-gritties
of waking life
the granules of worry
burrow themselves only deeper


still I know without a second thought
that one grain is not enough

[Querida]

trying in vain
to make a polygon
out of plasticine...

i try to make a
head out of a tail
yet all i see is a circle

i float up steps
that lead to
no nearer
to the edge
yet no further
from falling

i follow a line
disguised as a
dot and for some
reason i know
i've come to the
end of a beginning

[pavalamani pragasam]

Simple words; deep truths! :D

[Querida]

"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass

Unaccounted for
Unidentifiable
Undeniably...

Nonverbal
Nonobservant
Nonharmonic
Nonracial
Nongender
Nonexistent?
Nonsense!
Nonfiction.

Undeniably
Unidentifiable
Unaccounted For...

Understandably
Unacceptable?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Alliteration game!:-D

[Querida]

"Only what is entirely lost demands to be endlessly named"
--Günter Grass

Or so we said until we forgot
what it was that we lost
its name a smallish
collection of strung script
left to be deciphered
in a queasily teetering pile
of the long agos.

Whatever
its qualities
its praises
exists no more.

Whatever survives
cannot entertain the merit
it once proudly attained
faded into the ravages of time.

All that is left is dust
once written on
once peered into
once pored over
once held safe
once traced over
with fingers
that cannot fathom
what is there for tomorrow...?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Sad but profound truth!

[Querida]

The weight of the Words
weigh heavily upon me:
is that what we mean?
for you? for him? for her?
will we be immediately understood?
or searchingly asked?
will we create the meanings
that our little printed
hearts desire?
Or will we be read
only one way
each and every day?

they ask to be
seen in all their hues
deepened and lightened
by the reader's musings
reach heights of emotion
be lit alive by imagination
whether carefully
mouthed
or mutteringly
mumbled
they yearn to hear
themselves heard
their meanings
yearn to paint
your visions
your dreams
your mind
your world.

[RR]

'yearn to hear themselves heard' :clap: Keep writing!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Meanings, meanings and meanings make all the difference!!!

[Querida]

:ty: RR

Indeed they do PP Maam :D

[Querida]

Unseen clouds
race across the fields
their shadowy wisps
darken the skies.

Quickly colliding
bubbling, brewing
foaming, frothing
their sombre countenances
quiver with unshed anticipation.

Rolling, roiling, they rumble
silvering shards sparkle
heeding the silent pleas
of the
Unquenched
Earth.

[RR]

>their sombre countenances
>quiver with unshed anticipation.

superb, Querida!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Ah! It is going to rain! Poetic preparations!!!:-D

[Querida]

Thank you RR, your encouragement is very much appreciated. :)

Enjoy the rain for me PP Maam, as of now I only have the icier version to contend with :)

[Benny Lava]

The weight of the Words
weigh heavily upon me:
is that what we mean?
for you? for him? for her?
will we be immediately understood?
or searchingly asked?
will we create the meanings
that our little printed
hearts desire?
Or will we be read
only one way
each and every day?


lovely! :clap:

[Querida]

Thamizh! :D A wonderful surprise to hear your comments, :ty:

[Querida]

The Wind brought to her ear
a rustling arrival,
whispering its caution
and blowing her eyes shut...

"I have known you once before"
replied the faceless voice.

That was another time of blindness
in which she had the eyes of many
but could not see beyond herself...

Her fingertips traced
the new born petals
Of silky snow-white lilies
star-lighting the soft crushed velvet.

Once again to be taken away
So that another may see
What she envisioned
on the dark canvas
Of her dimly veined lids.

Her messengers remained
her nimble fingers and
the wedded thread and needle.

“Surely you must know me.”
The voice persisted...

With curdled eyes
she peered...

The Wind
hesitantly dragged
the gasp that had escaped
shushing and stirring
begrudgingly dismayed
at its duty.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Pathos!----

[Benny Lava]

Thamizh! :D A wonderful surprise to hear your comments, :ty:

Why Q? I have always been following your poems :D

[Querida]

I know Thamizh, for that I am very lucky :D
but all the same, it's great to see a comment from you too :)

[Querida]

I

All it needs is
a breathing being
who happens to look in
and becomes rooted
curious as to how
it thinks
without creating an action
it sees
without gaining an understanding
it feels
without ever knowing another
it lives
without ever knowing why...

II

Peering in
I see a wondrous
machine at work
how tidily it does
what it supposedly
wishes to do
no master
that commands
no mistress
that demands
no minions
of its own
to instruct
and yet it
works on
with a purpose
and turns
blink, blinking
its red button eyes
twink, twinkling
and i know
for some odd reason
it's think, thinking.

[pavalamani pragasam]

What a paradox! A being supposed to have the thinking capacity does not use it and a machine that does not has it seems like using it!!!

[Querida]

:D Yes PP Maam...originally it was only the first part...but it seemed to not illustrate the "paradox" as you say, as clearly :)

Can also read I from machine's pov.

[Querida]

plain and simple
he concludes
he knows the answers
before they are spoken
"Is it my fault that
I hear what I want
when I make up
my own replies?"

plain and simple
she decides
I will not speak
unless spoken to,
tried of all these
hints and clues
I'll just scream
inside my head.

plain and simple
from the outside
turmoil winning
on the inside
not knowing what to say
not hearing what wants to be heard
both sit mute
fearing fear
no other
sensible
thought
wishes
to be
near.

[pavalamani pragasam]

What a funny predicament!

[Querida]

Indeed Maam! Ego often clouds the eyes!

[Querida]

Maia glances all around her
from her little place
she can see the
shimmering lines
of connections
some glimmer
with familiarity
some faded
and muted yet
all the same
they stay
in association
with her

does everyone
know everything
about me
all that only some
know....is it possible
that they know
the same allies
that I once knew
and therefore
all that I know
is known to all
that I know
and whatof all
the ones they
know?

Maia
fretting away
finds
The subtle
pull and tug
is no longer
subtle
but strong
as try as she might
to struggle
to stir and move
away she
is alas
stuck
glued to
her placement
her spot
her designated
safety trap
within the
social web.

[Querida]

I spy her
trudging along
as if
her pom-pom pastel boots
are made of cement and stone.

every few steps she
lightly stumbles
as if waiting for a push.
as if bracing for a fall.

her face is painted,
brightly, boldly
a mask of conformity.
a mask of feigned bravery.

her designer bag
swings jauntily
from her clutched
hand.

her scarf swirls
with the wind
like
a haphazard dervish.

her dark mane
all tendrils and tentacles
with a life of its own.

her cottoned fingers
push sluggishly
at her sludgey-heavy hair.

her shadow is but a little scrap of a girl.

the wind pushes her swaying to and fro.

but the wind is relentless in its
tossing of her shadow
whirling, twirling
violently yanked up
and thrown down
it crumbles
to be raggedly pulled up again
helpless it seems, unheedful and yet willing...

much like the last leaf to have fallen from the trees
its companions long gone
rained and snowed upon
mashed all, into the wet
and slushy soiled ground.

[Querida]

Time in trying
to burnish this heart
noticed no matter what
the seams still showed
the cracks still faintly glowed

All the darkness had been drained
and the edges all glued with hope

And still,
obstinate
it remained
resolute
in its
flaws.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Beautiful imagery!

[Querida]

Maam, thank you for your comments as always :)

If you are referring to "I spy her" then it's quite close to reality and so it helped me be specific
reading it over now, though not a proper "blazon du corps" style, there's still something of it... :D

[pavalamani pragasam]

You are right, Q!

[Querida]

a palpable taste
staley, moldish
it rests fuzzily
upon the tongue
and secludes itself
in the nostrils
insinuating itself
in throat lumps

the flowers try
to distract the eyes

the incense
reveals a too-thin veil

the tears do no good
their salt does not whet
the appetite of the
living conscience

the eyes do nothing
but look and look away
see and then attempt
gather its remembrances
its instances spent
with this being

but the self immersion
of such glimpses into
a life lived
do no more
than make the
reality of the body
unpossessed
any less real
or un-alive in its
final place
of viewing
before it is
destroyed...

for whose sake
but those who
still breathe free

who hasten
to forget
memento mori.

[pavalamani pragasam]

A meaningful and touching dirge!

[Querida]

Startled i catch
my reflection
its shadow appears
slowly flitting,
settling uneasily.

Stepping aside
i see my dampened aura
lazily play catch up.

The room once again
lays disorderly
a table leg quivers
a chair turns.

the ants continue to swarm
colluding, confiding
in whatever it is that's rotting
something still awaits to
announce itself
its stench is lost to me.

Do they know of their doom
of the broom that looms
their scattered demise in one fall swoop
a fatal brush,
a bristled death.

I look away
let them crawl away
let their beady bodies
cluster in clues
another time

"Now why did I put that there?"
I muse loudly
(Not, how did that get there?)
the stirrings cease for the moment.

it has to be me, i cling to this.
(Not, how did it end up there?)
for is there ever an end?

[Querida]

at the precipice
a word strains to hold on
repeating its sound
as it is pulled down
by its fellow phrases
sentenced to a sentence.

all alone it makes no sense
it signficance long fallen
in to the cloudy depths
of the listless Lethe

i hear it as it fades
"what was that you wanted to say?"

the mind shrugs and wanders away.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Beautiful imagery!

[Querida]

The Inevitable

what will be
will believed
into being

what does not
has not

what cannot
should not

doors stay locked
windows stay shut
a pit yawns ever closer

[pavalamani pragasam]

paranoid!?

[Querida]

the scorching sands beckon

tiring of camel appetizers
the ever sporadic nomadic
creatures burrow through burials
seeking refuge in the bones
long tossed away
and spat haphazard

it waits to consume
a being
fresh in its naivete
ripe in its optimism
still tasting of tender youth and
milky sweet innocence
a wandering fool
well guarded
and concealed
well fed
and congealed
with the hopes of
an adventure.

[pavalamani pragasam]

:frightened:

[Querida]

simply because of such and such
a rumoured touch
a faltering clutch
a faulty crutch
it amounts to much too much

[Querida]

the colours run and jostle
wetly spewing rivulets of
glossy gasoline hues
caught up in the spin
lazily foaming
inky bubbles

the vestments
dizzy and damp
blend into
a sheet of clear
washed clean
of purpose

[pavalamani pragasam]

Washing machine?

[Querida]

Yes was doing loads and loads of laundry when penning this one :mrgreen:

though it's quite silly to wish all soiled clothes to become one pristine sheet...it felt about right at that moment.

[Querida]

celestial sparks
shooting through
a meticulous midnight.

a sprinkle in time
a twinkle of eye.

the untread
snow
brightly lit
with a lavender glow.

there trudges a tired soul
its hopes in tow
searching for a way to believe
that there is such a thing
as home.

[Querida]

Bewildered beings in the wild
entangled in the sinews
of a much beaten trail
tread by countless others
some lead nowhere
others lead where many
can only admire from afar
questioning their sanity
admiring how far fate let them stray
many more still traveling
begrudgingly staying on task
foolishly crowing their deeds
others await in the dark
for their promised
Judgment day

[pavalamani pragasam]

hmm........

[Querida]

what is Life without you?

a mere solo sojourn
without a companion
to watch and protect me from harm, from ridicule
from my "don't know any better" self...

I try my darndest to hide my crooked smiles
I respond no more then with the politest of nods
my voice still made soft and lady-like
youth saw laughter ring freely from my lips
modesty habitually muffles mirth
with my once ring adorned hand
i cry when I can, for you of course, for you.
i cry for me too, but somethings never change
the sighs, no less redolent with sorrow
just because they echo of relief
the signs left by you
are no less faded
than what you liked to believe.
the pain
no less forgotten
than what I forgave...

what is Life without you....
what was Life with you?

[pavalamani pragasam]

A big question!!!

[Querida]

What word has the tear ever spoken
that you, without ever hearing its name
know its plaintive cry
as if it has once flown from your own eye?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Behold the cries of your foe
how alike they are
to that of a friend or kin

what mind mutes
their pleas
that alone make clear
what no word ever spoken could?

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

what mercy
do you seek in the eyes
of the One
when you are blind to
the ones that
were created as you?

[pavalamani pragasam]

Partiality!!!

[Querida]

Partiality!!!

Hello Maam, as always am grateful and indebted to you for your comments, can I ask what you meant by partiality please, just to understand for myself :)

[Querida]

Coming upon a web
I find the knots all familiar...
only the knotter seems amiss.
for i am that knotter,
yet my home is all but gone from
where it was neatly tied.
and here i find not
an innocent imitation
but what my own fingers
wove.
re-placed without being replaced.
you might as well have
unraveled my work
and broken the very
fingers whose
meagre skills
you aim to take
and display
as yours.

[Querida]

a beat
keeps
competing
with the
beat that
beats within
releasing
its restless
ruminations
++++++
a tune
keeps
seeping
into the
silence of
a sleepless night
soothing its
fretful sleepers
++++++
a melody
offers its
magic
as a much
needed
lullaby

[pavalamani pragasam]

Hello Maam, as always am grateful and indebted to you for your comments, can I ask what you meant by partiality please, just to understand for myself :)

Didn't I answer to this post? What happened to it?
Here again: the same tear is looked upon differently depending on the person shedding it.

[Querida]

What an insightful observation PP Maam, very true indeed!
(Thanks for posting your comment again).