Posts Tagged ‘ melancholy ’

Progression Of An Elegy

A poem is coming; oozing through a tiny opening of the block – a bullet hole from the left to the right hemisphere in the skull of this Waziristan child. A poem is coming wrapped in a blood-stained sheet upheld in a charpoy over the shoulders of the bereaved of a drone strike; is coming, [ READ MORE ]

Me

I’m a breathing corpse buried under a smoldering pyre of dreams[ READ MORE ]

A Rebuttal Of Fate

We are built to be eroded with the blows of time. Now when I lose a piece here or a chunk there, I hold it tight, the treasure of love, kept in the safety of heart sealed with ego; just don’t hand time the stilettos of your lashes to exhume it. Preserved, this love will [ READ MORE ]

The Heart Spilled

It was succulent with red, luscious blood as it fruited on a stalk of love, rooted in the very soil I’ve been molded from. It waited to be plucked and savored, but a stone of indifference burst it into a spill of scarlet pain which absorbed into the very soil I’ve been molded from[ READ MORE ]

An excerpt From Arundati Roy’s ‘The God Of Small Things’

I haven’t finished it yet. I’m in the midst of the novel and I’m totally awestruck by the sheer class of Arundati’s writing style; the structure of her sentences, the diction, the punctuation and the similies– Ah! the magnets!. I couldn’t resist to share with you an excerpt where the writer details the procedure of [ READ MORE ]

You Hid I Seek ..

Call it prose, or a prose poem but it is rough for sure. Its more or less sort of a forced vent which had to be written and posted just for the sake of pouring out a random idea that lurked in my mind for a few days. Hope it isn’t offensive to those who [ READ MORE ]

A Hurting Departure..

It was fine then; when your separation octopused my soul and devoured it calmly, stealthily. Now, the departure of your thoughts is hurting the very place, which placed them for eternity. Do me a favor, if you can! Tell them not to shout, not to mock at the hollow they forsake; tell them leave it [ READ MORE ]

Nursery rhymes? Aren’t they fun!

Its been ages since I last tried something to rhyme. As most the people I came across in a few writing forums loath rhyming and rightly so for rhyming could so conveniently affect the thought behind an idea; the thought being the soul in a write up or poem for that matter. Yet, there are [ READ MORE ]

Writing Melancholy

When the ferocity of pain pierces the bounds of reason, gushing in to the realms of my mind, and floods the corridors of my heart; when it rises up the levels of strangulating heights and just when I’m about to drown in its tides, I hold on to my pen which inks the excessive water, [ READ MORE ]

Ego

The celestial Guardian sent with me my other self to help me through this odyssey of horror and charm. The two of us are embodied in a lonesome me. Treading a magnetic field my outer shell inclines to a logical direction but I am pulled sturdily in. I’m destined to be lone, and the reason [ READ MORE ]

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