this was written in a such a rush

Tuesday, October 02, 2007
the colour exercise...chocolate
It had been raining ever since she could remember. Leslie leaned over the sill of the curtainless window and watched the dismal drops drench the narrow alley she would eternally reign over. The ground was covered with the tantalisingly brown, gooey allure of mud--it looked so tempting, just like the molten chocolate which would be sold in that shop with those alarmingly large windows. She remembered the stinging coldness of the glass as she would press her snub little nose against the pane, staring inside with an eager earnestness which made her eyes and mouth water. How very cruel of them to pour a divine delight like that into such narrow, harsh glasses---did not the chocolate feel as numb as her nose felt? How she longed to warm it, to let it trickle through her lips, to tingle her tongue. Once she was caught licking the painfully clean glass windows, and the shop-owner made sure he put an end to her daily, (rather hourly) pilgrimages. Well, she said to herself-she wouldn't have to witness the restriction of her beloved chocolate anymore. Here her own alley was inundated with a munificent deluge of the stuff...oh, she pined to go out and taste it! But would it suit the dignity of a stately queen of the alley to do so? Not in HER dreams.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

meaningless ranting

i just don't know, and i won't even bother to try. don't ask me why...my mind is a riot of confused colours at the moment...each trying to edge the other out. i really DON'T know what it is that's bothering me.

""""""""

And then he said...
"Let's follow the map of stars and go,
To that lone place only you and I know."

And so we ran...
To watch the soul-thrilling meeting of Sea and Sun,
Merging their bodies till they were one.

and soon we sat,
Beneath the un-intrusive Moon
On the soft, yielding sand---
While all the while did he croon
Magical Melodies as he clasped my hand.

And soon we lay
Our eyes searching the sky for a poem.
While the snow-capped waves bathed our feet,
Gently washing away our heat........

I knew this wouldn't, it couldn't last...
But little did I know that
The spell would break so fast...

And then he went on saying...
"Help me choose a gift for my girl-friend."

well,

i've realised that most of the poems on my blog are results of idle typing exercises...and i should seriously post the stuff i invest so much more of my energy into. anyway, i had a youthforDI meeting today and i thoroughly enjoyed myself...we're making plans for visiting a senior citizens' home soooon. and we might put up a goofy dance show...
i had a macaroon tart after ages today, and gosh it felt good.
i want to resume learning bharatnatiyam again...lesseee

this is something i wrote at 15!

in retrospect, i shall call it "An exercise in exaggertion."

My love is like a shooting star,
Sent down by the pale moon:
Gleaming like a heap of fine gold,
Upom a silver spoon!

I shall never stop loving "thee"
Let the moon in Seas' drown:
My heart's bonded to yours for-ever,
If the world goes up-side down.

If silver souls meet together,
To form a Golden Heart,
ours will merge with one another,
Till from this world we part.

In Eternity, my fondest love,
Search not for my soul:
For i'll be within YOU, my love,
We'l exist as one whole.

tee-hee...:::::-----------PPPPPP

" "

the evening slithered into the fountain,
Like a surreptitious serpent.
why didn't you cry out then?
it is too late to exorcise your waters,
they are coloured by streaks of twilight,
which make you so opaque.
so unreadable. so confused.
you weren't like this before.
but it isn't as late as you think.

uh-oh!!

i think i might be beginning to lose some of that idiosyncratic Idealism and my "childhood's faith."
"I've tried the world, it wears no more, the colouring of Romance it wore."
And like a certain Miss Shirley, i'm immediately comforted by the romance in the IDEA of a world devoid of romance.
yes, i'm incurable and you shan't disillusion me.

some of my favourite poems...

LA FILGLIA CHE PIANGE
ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE
KUBLA KHAN
THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM
THE GARDEN---POUND
TO HIS COY MISTRESS
SHAKESPEARE'S 73RD
ULYSSES
PRUFROCK
MY LAST DUCHESS
MEETING AT NIGHT
" HOW DO I LOVE THEE?"...E.B.B.
SO WE'LL GO NO MORE -A-ROVING
OZYMANDIAS
THE OLD VICARAGE....
AND MANY, MANY, MANY MORE

crazystuff

The shop was old, its wares unsold,
The old man bent over the counter.
A fly buzzed in, and perched on a tin
Which would trap the milk-powder for-ever,
Till it was powder no more,
but lumps of time-hardened strangeness.

i'm confused, but mostly happy.

i wonder and ponder if...

...an Idealist never be a Pragmatist? Will Helen Schlegel always remain in opposition to the likes of Mr. Wilcox?

erm, excuse the bad poetry, but i'm tired and confused, yet determined to let out my muddled thoughts.

The sky is blushing, the birds are rushing,
Night's curtain will soon unravel,
the sun to another land will travel:
the purple cloud shrugs and sighs,
And hurriedly says a few good-byes,
as it won't be there when the sun returns,
so it cries and cries and cries...
though it has no eyes...

The sky is blushing, the birds are rushing,
Night's curtain will soon unravel,
the sun to another land will travel:
The purple cloud shrugs and sighs,
And hurriedly says a few good-byes
it won't be there when the sun returns...
so it cries and cries and cries,
though it has no eyes....
and before its time it dies.

A murmur of bees breaks my thoughts,
Their incessant buzzing murders my ideals,
The butterfly flaps its wings on my eye-lids, and
brushes away the drops.

Tonight i'll let you go, though YOU know,
we never belonged to one another,
My imagined memories of our togetherness
scatter across the leaf strewn walk
of life.

I can only hope that one leaf
won't Fall...like most of the others will.