Spring's trip to a placid tarn
invading through thickets and orchids
reaching the mouth, b'yond barnacles
we row towards the silent quarter.
Eyes locked, lips latched and imbibing emotion.
In a wind's drift repressed senses and feelings reveal.
An outbreak of tender coyness and sly smile starts to show
on the erstwhile inanimate faces.
At the midst, we seize to oar pausing for breath on a sublime
evening and curse and yearn inside, wishing the other should talk.
The lake and life among the thickets seem to whisper
respecting new, an outset.
Steady but impatient ripples slap at my prow gently
as if nudging me to speak up.
Decelerating hull rocks, waking us from nonchalant selves.
Air around is viscous than the swamp we duck o’er.
In this unbearable tension, the Sun of the mackerel sky
too hides between the wings of Finches and Canaries.
Like an oust eroding tranquil minds, she placed
her hand on my lap, leaning towards a then
emptied soul.
Chirps, noises, flutters & flusters
Birth of bedlam on the laps of nature
Avowing a touch to be the verse of
million words simply said
and understood.
invading through thickets and orchids
reaching the mouth, b'yond barnacles
we row towards the silent quarter.
Eyes locked, lips latched and imbibing emotion.
In a wind's drift repressed senses and feelings reveal.
An outbreak of tender coyness and sly smile starts to show
on the erstwhile inanimate faces.
At the midst, we seize to oar pausing for breath on a sublime
evening and curse and yearn inside, wishing the other should talk.
The lake and life among the thickets seem to whisper
respecting new, an outset.
Steady but impatient ripples slap at my prow gently
as if nudging me to speak up.
Decelerating hull rocks, waking us from nonchalant selves.
Air around is viscous than the swamp we duck o’er.
In this unbearable tension, the Sun of the mackerel sky
too hides between the wings of Finches and Canaries.
Like an oust eroding tranquil minds, she placed
her hand on my lap, leaning towards a then
emptied soul.
Chirps, noises, flutters & flusters
Birth of bedlam on the laps of nature
Avowing a touch to be the verse of
million words simply said
and understood.
20 comments:
Think you've outdone yourself on this one!
The words blend together in this sort of atmospheric moment and swirl around and converge with a lilting passion that is more quiet than frenzied.
Like the pace, the spread, the imagery and the sounds. Like it all actually!
excellent work vnodh!! i go with inkblot...The narration itslef has taken a form of a boat as seen from the top ...i dunno if it was delibrate...reminds me of my own "till i hurt u again" but only too pristine!
"Birth of bedlam on the laps of nature
Avowing a touch to be the verse of
million words simply said
and understood."
....killer verse!! bless u
one of your bests. you couldnt have written better. words fail me yet again. i hope you know who i am by now :)
u took me there
immersed me into
and now i suffer to get released
i too say with vidhu
"Birth of bedlam on the laps of nature
Avowing a touch to be the verse of
million words simply said
and understood."
....absolute killer!!
Like an oust eroding tranquil minds, she placed
her hand on my lap, leaning towards a then
emptied soul.
quite an immersing play of words,vnodh...i'm hooked :)
She's quite special is'nt she? WoW....dude boy...I have been there...but never been able to articulate it quite like this. Everytime I read this piece I am taken there over and over again.
"An outbreak of tender coyness and sly smile starts to show ...."
That line has made me realize...I'll never forget that moment...and never foget her! * S I G H *
Spellbinding, I wanted to be there in that boat, maybe even be one of them !
This is one hell of a poem V!
shhh! yearn not for the
other to talk
sometimes words so destry
what the silence took
ages to shape...
:)
i've added u in my fav links...hope its fine wid u...
Inkblot Thank you so much :)
Vidhu Glad you liked it. Yes the shape was deliberate like the previous ones :)
Mallhar :)
Sophia Thanks much :)
DG Thanks :)
Bohemian Thanks for your kind words. After reading you, I should say am hooked. Sure link up am only glad :)
Resolution Yea special she was, glad you shared such a moment. Ironically to me its a figment, am glad you lived it :)
Ash Thanks much kindered soul. Do link me up. But what happened to your blog, I couldn get through... :(
Menagerie Sure come along ^_^
Athena :) I won't.. Thanks so much Athena, am not half close to what your words speak.. :) Honestly your posts are one of my fav
This 'mute boat' has made me mute!!!...really 1 of ur finest works!!!...LOVE IT...AS USUAL!!!
wow it is like a portrait that you painted on my mindscape
great writeup
wel ive updated
The words were so adeptly used. Lovely writing.
Reading this makes me feel young again. Hehe. ^_^ I've missed your writings, dear. Pardon my long absence. Time (and sleep) had been scarce for the past couple of months. But now I'm back to reading poetry blogs again, and much loving it. Hah. Do write more. I'm ravenous. ^_^
DEG Muchas Gracias :)
Ajay Thanks for your kind words..
Ash Am only glad to have you back..:)
Sharanya Sorry for the delay sweets, was away on a vacation.. will check it soon
TI Jus learning thanks so much for dropping by..
Soulless Dearest its so good to have you back. Hiatus and long silences does not deter my hope in anyway. If such a write up would make you feel younger, I would make sure you are turned back to your infancy..how I wish I could do that to myself..
In all, If I could even read a post on ur blog once in six months, I would be so damn glad. :)
silence speaks through
casting many visions on the brow...
the hearth spilleth over
your poetry seized the moment- now and forever.
To capture the power of silence thru words is a feat indeed!
This poem really touched me, man! You remind me of what TS Eliot had said about Donne, "A thought to Donne was an experience; it modified his sensibility." Just replace Donne with your name!!
Lovemarks Beautiful words there thanks :)
Vidyanjali Thanks much for your kind words
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