What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
HAIKU
Shivering winter. Lonely on a double bed My blankets miss you.
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Love is there no more
And I am done with mourning.
Only weariness.
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The hours crawl by. Creaking stretches punctuate Listless existence.
Please Stop This Insanity I Know Loneliness Knows No Reason. And Yet I Do Not Seek Dreams Now. No Longer Russet Sunsets Will Make Me Shed Precious Tears No Longer Will I Long For A Touch; For The Gentle Incline Of My Head On Your Chest; No More Will I Seek To Smell The Summer Sweat And Your Mistress' Scent.
It had to be Arjun, and Arjun alone. He alone inhabits the indiscernible grays that seperate love and hate... Arjun, I have seen in all his forms - a childhood companion, a ruthless rival, a broken man, a rising phoenix, a loyal beloved - never mine.
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Blessed Art Though
Please Stop
This Insanity
I Know
Loneliness Knows No Reason.
And Yet
I Do Not Seek Dreams Now.
No Longer Russet Sunsets Will Make Me Shed Precious Tears
No Longer Will I Long For A Touch;
For The Gentle Incline Of My Head On Your Chest;
No More Will I
Seek To Smell The Summer Sweat
And Your Mistress' Scent.
It had to be Arjun, and Arjun alone. He alone inhabits the indiscernible grays that seperate love and hate... Arjun, I have seen in all his forms - a childhood companion, a ruthless rival, a broken man, a rising phoenix, a loyal beloved - never mine.
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