Recollections technically told! Electronic age!
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Recollections technically told! Electronic age!
in snatches
in catches
in patches
serendipitously
a lock unlatches
appearing
in a mist of clarity
a lull in now
a recognition
of beings
afore unseen
of words mutely mouthed
before they are muttered
a flashback
to a dawn dream
scoffed away
that unshakeable
feeling of
being in two places
at once
once before
and
once again
the unmistakable
dawning of a deja-vu
with annoyed incredulity
i watched
miserable fear
augment her face
the scenes of my life
lay scattered elsewhere,
to strewn about to bother
showing up
with fear
i awaited the pain
already it had taken a hold of me
frozen me to the spot
convincing me it was inevitable
i braced myself
for the electric nauseating waves of metallic impact
of harpooned shards
and gritty glass
of that sickly white gleam
of bone,
the meaty flesh
maddening red
raw and shrinking from
the burning air
i awaited to feel
the horrors it would
wreck upon my cringing body
the scars it would
carve into my very being
the pain that i would
live with day to day
the pain that i would
feel in parts no longer there
the pain that i would
know no return from....
:frightened:Horrible!
Yes PP Maam, it was a shocking experience... :(Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
so close and thank God she swerved away and I inched to the left at the last moment...
:sigh2:
May luck be yours always!
around every corner
and every turn turned
every stair quickly ascended
every escalator leisurely descended
in every crowd scanned
and every seated passenger
caught
in the smudgy, scratched, dark windows
at every halted station
in its dreary tiles and commissioned art
on every platform
in the assemblage of expectant faces
in the blur of tubular partitioned colours
whooshing past
into the pot-lighted tunnels
in
every single
face up newspaper photo
peeking from underneath the benches
gray, bent, wilted
flickering its thumbed edges
for attention
in
every rolled up shiny magazine
with subscriber fingers surreptitiously
clutching its glossily splashed pages
in
every poster partially obstructed
bold, repetitive, ad adorned
at
every door entered
and every other door exited
every eye caught and blinked away
my attention remains but one moment
my memory collects but one impression
my life leaves behind another life
Fast and transitory- a true spiritual experience!
the Unbeliever's
defeat lies
in the grasp
of ideality.
Until Then...
If Ever...
he remains
the tired wanderer
who will never know
if he has gone
far enough
to know...
True! ........
and there it seems
the story had ended...
my omniscient presence,
my layered foreshadowing,
my myriad collage of
depthful symbols,
all could not control...
i subtly alluded!
i silently forewarned!
i scripted wayward tangents...
i kept what i wanted caught
in the surging streams
of the untamed consciousness
the scenes i downplayed
and the reams of dialog omitted
the lines i crossed out
and the pages ripped out
the unreliable narrator
i unwillingly became...
with nowhere else to go
i lived their story
with the ending
i never wanted to be true
and yet knew
it could be no other way...
and so i wrote...
i let them live
i let them fall
i let them bleed
i let them betray...
i let them question
i let them discover
i let them find their own way...
Confessions?!
Pavalamani Maam,
I tried to write from an author's view and the tools she could use in her craft
but finding that she is unable to alter the life of a story that had to be told.
:exactly::-D
Einmal ist Keinmal
for that one instance
we wait our whole
waking life
search for it in the depths of our subconscious
evaluating each novel experience
for the one happening that is all-expected
yet story-worthy...a myth in the making...
shelving what we curtail as mediocre
coalescing to this cushion of routine
in hopes that for once
with fragile awe
in astounded silence
we will humbly embrace
what has been dealt to us
to relive
what was alive for us
but once...
afraid that the moment
will leave without
impression...
a breath surges through
asking us to wait once again
to remember it's possible
to keep alert
but not expect
to keep awake
yet not blind to the
calling of the world
to return..
Einmal ist Einmal
German
*once is never
**once is once again
nothing to make you believe
that given the chance
things would not be any other way...
that come what may
the same distant words
would be re-spoken
cold and clear
why is pain is never absolved?
why does it instead become absorbed?
biding its time
it rages unleashed...
Metaphysical truths!
Restless
no longer the same as the others
one violety-veined among the whispering ochers
it awaits to be pulled away
to swirl, sway and lazily unfurl
to run away with the wind...
to play in its bullying gusts
and shiver in its breezy quick embraces
to flutter gently to and away from air-grasping hands
eager to gleam in the rain
that whispers of its iciness
to imprint its hued outline
onto the dulled sidewalks
to finally become crisp and brittle
raked and bagged away
and manage a quick flight escape
and join its muddied brothers
and trodden upon sisters
peering above at their bare
and skeletal mother.
why pluck a rose
to only knowingly pierce
one's finger?
to only redden
what is already red
it is only you who bleeds...
what the rose cannot understand
what it cannot ask aloud
is in the pain
you seek
again
again
again
with the hope
of finally
feeling blind bliss.
your subtle moves and tactful twists
your dulled instruments
all do so much harm...
do not let me come to my own conclusions.
i dread the moment where it all connects.
where i see your master plan.
where a pawn is given what she has asked.
and gained the insight to see the reality
of her words.
it is after all, a mere mortal's mumblings.
an ignorant impatience at fulfilling a promised good plan.
a rushed careening into believing all will be dealt.
by One who is more than all the ones that are, will be and have once been.
Patience a virtue:
self-inflicted
soul-afflicted
torturous through its inaction.
Inquistivity wrecks havoc
Uncertainty rules with hubris
unforgiving in its Silence
and yet one continues with wounded compliance...
Resilience erodes away
Courage lies in tatters
Optimism seems to have lost its boisterous voice
its stammering words fall flat
thudding to the floor
like failed echoes
while Truth sits and contemplates
its sadistic tendencies.
My God! A black picture it is!
to breathe in
the sea i need
to breathe out
the soil i need
to see
the sun i touch
to speak
the wind i hold
to taste
the rain i heed
to hear
the leaves i read
to think
the clouds i chase
to believe
it is only me that i need...
gnawing away
it has a left a weary-worn hole
only doubt rushes to fufill it
churning away:
tumultuous in its turmoil
the first cut was so very long ago
inflicted with ire and rust
the first seed planted
its thorn well pierced
its sap eats away...
it
still festers
still pesters
within the heart
that remains bleeding
upon the sleeve
your eyes ask
what have i done?
your loss of words
leave me more bewildered
dread, old friend,
i lean upon your scaly shoulder
once again...
and i am at a loss of words
for it makes no sense
i am caught in my guilt
for having unleashed
the craze
that pants within
its pent up pain
awaiting to engulf
another unknowing soul
the cracks have already
begun to crumble
the bandages slowly loosen
revealing
hope dying to
live longer
and awaiting
its salvation
blind to the
power to save itself
let me embrace
what giddy goodness comes my way
may i not question
what hapless happiness strays my way
let it remain lost in my awestruck joy
surrounded lovingly by all my jubliant wonder
and kept safe within
my wistful heart
that once again
believes
in you
let it be
let it be
let it be
my little mantra
whispers to itself
trudging bravely along
to a cheerful tune
that only it hears
so very young
and wise beyond its cooing years
knowing what is within its reach
and what all will never be
and still announce sagely with
cherubish glee:
let it be
let it be
let it be
At last some chirpy words after a long glorification of pain and bruises!!!
When placed on such a high pedestal
sooner or later
i am prone to err,
i am prone to trip,
if my long and lonely descent
does not break me
falling from your grace
surely will...
when careening to the ground
ready to hit rock bottom
i was lifted
gently gifted
i was saved.
saved
from seeking that black pool
of self-destruction
from trying in vain to
right the wrongs I never made
and though i cannot explain
and what comes what may
i dont want it to be any other way...
Dear Friends, Hubbers, and for all those who continue to give me encouragement through your silent yet steadily encouraging visits...I Thank You Truly, Through and Through...and with the beginning of this New Year...I would like to take a step towards a new direction...a little venture into using a blog to share my pieces. I would no doubt be delighted to have your readership and encouragement as always...
If interested please visit:
http://intotheindigo.wordpress.com
Wish you all the best, Q!
star-crossed yet still careening
towards an inevitable case of chaos.
reasons swirl like galaxies,
the stars all glow a warning,
the planets threaten to collude
and yet here we are floating
light years away
yet somehow stuck in
a treacherously redolent orbit
drifting ever close to the abyss
that awaits with knowing
Why do I teeter
back and forth?
at once annoyed
at once in joy
a glimpse of a pitied child
a glimpse of insolence’s wile
a time in boisterous wonder
a time in mute and sorrowful surrender…
Excited?! By what?
even as you speak the truth
each word gentled,
so as not to hurt what already is tender…
each statement wreathed with “That’s the way it is”
each phrase piqued in soft question
“Of do you understand? This is how it must be…”
each emotion huskily swallowed
and gently urging assent…
i let Silence do my talking.
http://intotheindigo.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/60/
i reach for the door
and before it breathes open
i know what waits behind
waits for me
the walls whisper
the floors creak
the curtains rush to hush
in splendor
in ruin
in wonder
in dread
i have seen many of your faces
i have watched many of your dwellers
and know i am no freer than they are
when i enter
http://intotheindigo.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/the-door/
macro thoughts... I have no words to describe what I felt after reawding this.Quote:
Originally Posted by Querida
may be "silence" as my answer is the best reward :bow:
Thank you Shakthi, as always it is wonderful to hear from you as I always value your thoughts and comments. :D