the poetry of..
there tiptoes through this hushed room a fragrance not of flowers or perfumes, but the essence of poetry on the walls and bureaus; these souvenirs of antiquated friendships and erstwhile attachments, shrouded infatuations and constrained longings..
we’ll come across again; to adjoin a raw stanza after the poetry of flesh, a stanza contradicting the rest ..
21 comments:
has there been a breach?
did the flood gates crack?
Was the constrained prose let loose?
it takes two to tango .. doesn't it :(
well then, sometimes, I dance with my shadow too.
be my shadow then .. ;)
Beautiful. Makes me want to reach out through this window, into your world - if only to breath in what you breathed out.
you are most welcome.. thank you :)
'poetry of flesh' - hmmm...I need to explore...
I really would like to know what the image is all about. It's so intriguing.
Beware! this shadow has a will of its own. It might persist even in darkness, and you might not see it even when there is light.
@ba
you are good. But even you can't claim to dance with your shadow - it's the imaginary light that is toying with your body and messing with a mind.
@Surya Prakash
this might not be the best turf to test that theory.
Let's just say, I am a juggler, and sometimes, when the shadow isn't there, I play the illusionist too.
@ba
sounds like a sales pitch, but will buy it anyways. You see all theories come with a "sell by" date, and make for splendid trophies when they go extinct outside my room ;)
this blog is a thing of beauty isn't it?
@Surya Prakash V
I don't watch expiry dates and extinction policies when I look for aesthetics.
This place, its one of those wines.
@Aria
sorry for this plaguing, for this ain't the right place for arguing over matters with another admirer/reader.
My apologies.
well .. its perfectly ok.. you need not apologize :) I'm enjoying reading your comments and then I barely have other comments here.. :)
I don;t like moderating either.. it slows the process.. but then there's a weirdo who frequents this blog .. so .. you know..
@ba
asthetics cam be whims? Just curious.
Me: surya.prakashv@gmail.com
yea, wine it is - I am enjoying the discovery of how insignificant I actually am.
@ aria
I agree with ba, we can't soil holy grounds ;). - I even stated the obvious to end the talk ;)
hahahaha okay, that is perfectly understandable.
please let me know if this conversation continued elsewhere ;)
@Surya Prakash V
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind
@BA
Wishful thinking my friend.
Life is symptomatic - touch my pulse and feel me alive. Touch my shadow and you are left behind :)
And yes symbols are what we live by, what we make by. All literature is a bunch of overrated symbols.
What are your shadows to you?
Wow, I had to read it twice to get the depth of the thing, hopefully I got the perspective right.
Poetry of Flesh and the accompanying uneasiness after it, contrast in convolution ... I am hooked
Som.. welcome to my blog and thanks for your comments :)
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