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@rajatasusual
Coffee
Espresso, for when you need a little kick. Make it double, to get some more. Latte, for when you don’t know what to pick. Tall latte, to shake you to the core.
My favorite one is none of the regular ones. It’s a tall white served on a beautiful tray. A shot of it in the morning once, And it’s enough to make it through the day.
Fragrance
I reek of sweat.
She smells sweet.
Mix both of us together
And crank up the heat.
Take the layers off.
Bind us by our lips.
Let us writhe and coil.
Add rhythm to our hips.
Throw us on bed, turn off the lights.
She’ll brew a storm with her eyes.
Kissing the pathway all the way,
I’ll find shelter between her thighs.
Now you’ve to wait.
As I’ll battle being blown.
She’ll hold on to the sheets.
Before letting it all out with a moan.
Throw us in an embrace.
And in the final mergence,
Amidst the smile,
You’ll find your fragrance.
Mess
Dark sky. Hurtful lie. Swollen eye.
Bull crap Tap. Tap. Slow clap.
Knock knock. Tick tock. Out of stock.
Lose grip. Aching hip. Chapped lip.
Searing stress. Burnt dress. Ugly mess.
Yellow
Lies. But Sun always sheds light. Cowardice. But sunflowers always face the sun. Avarice. But sunflowers always welcome the bees. Envy. Jealousy. Duplicity.
How can Yellow be all of these if it's her favourite colour?
Tomorrow
The taste lingers. In my fingers. In my beard. Her lipstick smeared. Coat of love. On the glove. Cured my sorrow. See you tomorrow.
Not About You
3.
Words are few.
Beauty so much.
I cannot help
Staring at you.
2.
Brown eyes.
Smile, skies.
Heart cries.
1.
You.
Paradise.
0.
Lost and Found
Hey, can you hear me?
Not through your ears,
But through the voice in your head.
Please try and lend me a voice
As I have an announcement.
You, beautiful person,
Have you seen my past?
He looked exactly like me
But roamed with heart in a cast.
He wouldn’t be as tall
As he hunched so much.
He wouldn’t be as fast.
As his walk was more of a crawl.
If you meet him,
Tell him that he’s going to be fine.
He should distract himself,
Wounds will heal in time.
That his future is bright,
As love creeps in like a root of a tree.
He will find her soon.
His life is going to be alright.
This is for all of you feeling disheartened by the magnitude of their goal
I urge you to hold this gaze.
Come closer.
Cut the haze.
I ask of you to run, it’s just a bit farther.
Breathe faster.
Shed your armor.
I promise that I lay here in wait.
Smile wider.
Make your own fate.
This is an ode to you, O, Solivagant one.
You seek solace in no acceptance.
You find comfort behind your lens.
You are alone, but seldom are lonely.
And for that, I admire you deeply.
You carry the wisdom of the world with you.
Leaving behind possession doesn’t upset you.
For you seek solace in no materialistic thing.
And you find comfort hearing the birds sing.
I’ve seen the joy on your face as you sit under the starry nights,
Living on a mountain entices you, away from the city lights.
This is an ode to the one who seeks solace in smile of the sun.
Ode to the one who finds comfort in being the Solivagant one.
Solivagant : a solitary wanderer
I know you might feel down, downright sad sometimes.
When getting up from bed may hold you no meaning And you cannot contemplate why it's you. When, at some nights, you end up screaming And you cannot contemplate what did you do.
I cannot say for how long it would last. But that's something you should not think about As the die has long been cast. Just remember that it'll end, No doubt.
You may feel that you are not driving your life, That there's someone else playing the fife.
Know that it’ll be fine.
Because, you You can take the backseat and enjoy the view. The journey would go on, turn on your song. You'll end up there soon, breathe in the air and gaze at the crescent moon.
I - Mermaid of the Glinting Lake
A mermaid swims along the coast of glinting lake,
amongst golden swans and slithering snakes.
She sings a lullaby sweeter than nectar, arcane as a spectre,
Luring her listener into a devious snare.
The mermaid never pays heed to the wails of the trapped man
As if sneering that it was he who tumbled into the quicksand.
I live to tell the tale of
A mermaid who lures her listener into a devious snare.
And if you try to reach for her to hold an inquest,
She would always be on the horizon, unfazed, fluoresced.
You can never touch her as she, Oh A beautiful dream, is
A mermaid who lures her listener into a devious snare.
Hey !
This is the first of the three part ballad I wrote a while back. It is an allusion. Hope you like it
:)
For
Part II - http://rajatasusual.tumblr.com/post/145459153028/ii-madman-of-the-glinting-lake
Part III - http://rajatasusual.tumblr.com/post/145500726678/iii-swan-princess-of-the-glinting-lake
l'esprit de l'escalier
How do you explain love
To the person you love?
In between random conversations
About all the things under the sky,
We trod into the territory of love.
She asked me what is it all about.
I should’ve said
Love is her in a summer dress.
Love is that smile she smiles.
Love is her wearing a fake frown.
Love is that walk she walks.
Love is her voice amidst the crowd.
Love is that laugh she laughs.
Love is her irresistible red lips.
Love is that kiss that she kissed.
Love is her in her entire being.
l'esprit de l'escalier : That feeling you get when you leave a conversation and think of all the things you should’ve said
Abditory
Perhaps accepting that you’ve an obsession
Isn’t the first step towards remission.
She still comes to me,
In those
Murky, harrowing nights.
Tell me, how can I forget her with ease?
Perhaps, pass me some advice if you please.
A place where you can disappear; A hiding place.
Hare-Brained Love
Are you that silly guy?
Who sucks his tummy in
When a beautiful damsel walks by?
I was busy with my thoughts when she sat beside me,
Unknowingly put her hand on my knee.
The bus ride was long, I prayed it to be longer still.
Thought of some romantic movies, they all start with similar thrill.
She was talking to someone over the phone, in an particularly mannerly tone.
I was breathing in a little heavier, taking as much as I could of her cologne.
She had that contralto suited for an opera, with her words woven intricate.
Squinting my eyes a little bit, using the peripheral vision, I leered, Banishing my etiquette.
Hey ! I have started to record what I write in my despicable voice. This playlist will grow as I write more. And I have added this playlist to my tumblr for online listening as well (A neat feature called Wikiplayer helped me with it)
The motivation behind this came from a dearest person who said a writer is the one who can give voice to what he means from an open ended writing, nudge the listener towards an emotion he might not have felt if he read it himself.
I am planning to also include my friends in the future to lend me their voices to do justice to the writing,
Hope you like it.
:)
I’ve added two new spoken poems to this playlist.
Here are the links for the text of the contained poems :
Tempest
Farewell, Love
Bewildering Wondering
Let’s
Sillage
Her Song
Ballad of the Glinting Lake
Mermaid of the Glinting Lake
Madman of the Glinting Lake
Swan Princess of the Glinting
Tempest
Sitting here,
Bracing the cold winds,
Do you remember
That one time...
When I
cupped your hand,
Pulled you closer,
Wrapped you in a hurried embrace,
Breathed in your breath,
Rushed my hand from your lower back to your hair,
Stopping a little bit on your neck
And you, You
Whispered
my name,
While your
Eyes twinkled,
pupils dilated,wide open,
One hand made sense of my chest,
The other clenched tightly on the back of my shirt,
Toes barely touched the ground anymore,
Breaths deeper than ever before,
chest weighed you on me
And then
I leaned closer,
You forgot to blink,
I leaned a little more,
Your lips parted ways a little,
I waited there a little,
Your eyelids closed slowly,
Mine followed them on impulse
And we kissed for the first time?
Write a poem about a tragedy that has affected you emotionally.
That smile was her weapon
And when she let it loose,
The victims sought refuge
behind their imagined Fortress of pride.
I was the one who braced the onslaught.
How weak was I to not wait and let her slide?
