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SEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. PainSTORY-WRITING
That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began toTITTLE-TATTLE
Whisper through the wall Crusades as gospel truth ; hits - As cupid'sarrow.
POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! I SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason." MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SCARLET – A BALLAD – CEREUS FLORUS Last summer, eyes met beneath the sky of chandeliers Scarlet ball gowns, royal lights, I see you there. We were young, yet believed we'd sail through it For nothing lasts forever, we knew they'd be coming. Amidst glorious rivalry, moon and Scarlet romance We bid each other adieu, you told, "The war has begun." Left, LOVE – CEREUS FLORUS In search of blue paradise, I travelled from one land to another. I witnessed the Republic crumbling underneath the feet of my city. The Republic was charred to fresh death, to gray-to-black smoke : forming a layer of empty-hollowed clouds in the young sky. AALIYAH – CEREUS FLORUS Aaliyah often rambles with her mother; All her dreams in her eyes, All untold poetries in her burning gullet. Oh, heavens! Aaliyah is a revelation Who would win knighthood! POETRY – CEREUS FLORUS Sing me a song, buddies, Make it longer than this night, There is a man at the end of road Whom I wish to never fight. Make me forgetabout today,
SEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. PainSTORY-WRITING
That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began toTITTLE-TATTLE
Whisper through the wall Crusades as gospel truth ; hits - As cupid'sarrow.
POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! I SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason." MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SCARLET – A BALLAD – CEREUS FLORUS Last summer, eyes met beneath the sky of chandeliers Scarlet ball gowns, royal lights, I see you there. We were young, yet believed we'd sail through it For nothing lasts forever, we knew they'd be coming. Amidst glorious rivalry, moon and Scarlet romance We bid each other adieu, you told, "The war has begun." Left, LOVE – CEREUS FLORUS In search of blue paradise, I travelled from one land to another. I witnessed the Republic crumbling underneath the feet of my city. The Republic was charred to fresh death, to gray-to-black smoke : forming a layer of empty-hollowed clouds in the young sky. AALIYAH – CEREUS FLORUS Aaliyah often rambles with her mother; All her dreams in her eyes, All untold poetries in her burning gullet. Oh, heavens! Aaliyah is a revelation Who would win knighthood!SEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. PainSTORY-WRITING
That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began to MAY 2020 – CEREUS FLORUS 4 posts published by Aaeedah during May 2020. A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left.THE INCURABLE
I watch a feminine figure in the mirrorServe mashed potatoes and gravyAt the dinner table -It’s a typical Tuesday of this year.Her face,Adorned by a winter expression,Slices the hot air above her chinInto thin fragments of benign existence.A neurologic disease almost ate her upLast Autumn,Leaving behind its scars and fingerprints :Seen in the way she MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
THE WAY – CEREUS FLORUS Before midnight,The world has to dissolveInto the fumes of spirits. The last drunk man -Stuck at stanza three, line fifthOf his copper-drenched poetry,Shuts his bloodshot eyes. The long-dead housewifePuts her only child to sleep. Yellow ticket, black stockingsDisappear along an alley. They paper-fold dreams :Neatly stacked into fat blue files.DEAR COMRADE
You have become somebody,Like everyone else. Your verses aren’t yours,Anymore : Each word you pen down,On a piece of white paper,Is a piece lost to their puzzleTo master the perfect symphony. You have lost your voice,Like everyone else. You don’t belong here,Anymore : Each hymn you reciteWith folded hands, bowed head,Is a spell lost to THE DEATH OF BLUE GEMS Fingers run through the pages of dried inkAs age-old gray words spread around my lungs ;My heart is struck dead, eyes slowly hoodwinked,Blue gems of poetry melt on my tongue. Moments of artistic deliriumBled the typewriter as sharply as knives :Doleful human expressions, soaked in themAre naked truths, bittersweet pain of lives. Half a century MELLOW – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Two ink-stained fingers :Deep in my city-heart carveRipened age-oldfears. Image Source
PETITE – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Cacophonies of Petite, pale face ; gruesome past -Wisdom of dotage.SEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. Pain POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! ISTORY-WRITING
That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began to MAY 2020 – CEREUS FLORUS 4 posts published by Aaeedah during May 2020. A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason."THE INCURABLE
I watch a feminine figure in the mirrorServe mashed potatoes and gravyAt the dinner table -It’s a typical Tuesday of this year.Her face,Adorned by a winter expression,Slices the hot air above her chinInto thin fragments of benign existence.A neurologic disease almost ate her upLast Autumn,Leaving behind its scars and fingerprints :Seen in the way she MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SCARLET – A BALLAD – CEREUS FLORUS Last summer, eyes met beneath the sky of chandeliers Scarlet ball gowns, royal lights, I see you there. We were young, yet believed we'd sail through it For nothing lasts forever, we knew they'd be coming. Amidst glorious rivalry, moon and Scarlet romance We bid each other adieu, you told, "The war has begun." Left, LOVE – CEREUS FLORUS In search of blue paradise, I travelled from one land to another. I witnessed the Republic crumbling underneath the feet of my city. The Republic was charred to fresh death, to gray-to-black smoke : forming a layer of empty-hollowed clouds in the young sky. LEFTOVERS – CEREUS FLORUS "His train has left the station." A message from Sandra made numb, drenched lungs burst into remorseful sagas Of melancholia dipped in sacred blood. I writhe in chained colours, swallowing novella, verses he left me to. The urban Sun set beneath my silhouette, into the deep blue water; I drown in it With half ofSEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. Pain POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! ISTORY-WRITING
That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began to MAY 2020 – CEREUS FLORUS 4 posts published by Aaeedah during May 2020. A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason."THE INCURABLE
I watch a feminine figure in the mirrorServe mashed potatoes and gravyAt the dinner table -It’s a typical Tuesday of this year.Her face,Adorned by a winter expression,Slices the hot air above her chinInto thin fragments of benign existence.A neurologic disease almost ate her upLast Autumn,Leaving behind its scars and fingerprints :Seen in the way she MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SCARLET – A BALLAD – CEREUS FLORUS Last summer, eyes met beneath the sky of chandeliers Scarlet ball gowns, royal lights, I see you there. We were young, yet believed we'd sail through it For nothing lasts forever, we knew they'd be coming. Amidst glorious rivalry, moon and Scarlet romance We bid each other adieu, you told, "The war has begun." Left, LOVE – CEREUS FLORUS In search of blue paradise, I travelled from one land to another. I witnessed the Republic crumbling underneath the feet of my city. The Republic was charred to fresh death, to gray-to-black smoke : forming a layer of empty-hollowed clouds in the young sky. LEFTOVERS – CEREUS FLORUS "His train has left the station." A message from Sandra made numb, drenched lungs burst into remorseful sagas Of melancholia dipped in sacred blood. I writhe in chained colours, swallowing novella, verses he left me to. The urban Sun set beneath my silhouette, into the deep blue water; I drown in it With half ofSEVEN PHASES OF YOU
A tapestry woven of regrettable darkness Engulfs whatever remains are left. Voices sink into the bottomless pit In a zigzag pattern, into the chest. Memories embark on a bloody voyage Usurping the voices, leaving a bloody trail. Loneliness rips the skin off its bones Gorges upon the scars and stinks of a rotten past. PainTHE INCURABLE
I watch a feminine figure in the mirrorServe mashed potatoes and gravyAt the dinner table -It’s a typical Tuesday of this year.Her face,Adorned by a winter expression,Slices the hot air above her chinInto thin fragments of benign existence.A neurologic disease almost ate her upLast Autumn,Leaving behind its scars and fingerprints :Seen in the way she MAY 2020 – CEREUS FLORUS Fingers run through the pages of dried ink As age-old gray words spread around my lungs ; My heart is struck dead, eyes slowly hoodwinked, Blue gems of poetry melt on my tongue. THE WAY – CEREUS FLORUS Before midnight,The world has to dissolveInto the fumes of spirits. The last drunk man -Stuck at stanza three, line fifthOf his copper-drenched poetry,Shuts his bloodshot eyes. The long-dead housewifePuts her only child to sleep. Yellow ticket, black stockingsDisappear along an alley. They paper-fold dreams :Neatly stacked into fat blue files.BLUE PARADISE
In search of blue paradise, I travelled from one land to another. I witnessed the Republic crumbling underneath the feet of my city. The Republic was charred to fresh death, to gray-to-black smoke : forming a layer of empty-hollowed clouds in the young sky. The city burned in red and orange shades. The morning whiteDEAR COMRADE
You have become somebody,Like everyone else. Your verses aren’t yours,Anymore : Each word you pen down,On a piece of white paper,Is a piece lost to their puzzleTo master the perfect symphony. You have lost your voice,Like everyone else. You don’t belong here,Anymore : Each hymn you reciteWith folded hands, bowed head,Is a spell lost to MELLOW – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Two ink-stained fingers :Deep in my city-heart carveRipened age-oldfears. Image Source
THE DEATH OF BLUE GEMS Fingers run through the pages of dried inkAs age-old gray words spread around my lungs ;My heart is struck dead, eyes slowly hoodwinked,Blue gems of poetry melt on my tongue. Moments of artistic deliriumBled the typewriter as sharply as knives :Doleful human expressions, soaked in themAre naked truths, bittersweet pain of lives. Half a centurySECOND ANNIVERSARY
🙂 Just for the record! Invictus by William Ernest Henley : Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond PETITE – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Cacophonies of Petite, pale face ; gruesome past -Wisdom of dotage. THE WAY – CEREUS FLORUS Before midnight,The world has to dissolveInto the fumes of spirits. The last drunk man -Stuck at stanza three, line fifthOf his copper-drenched poetry,Shuts his bloodshot eyes. The long-dead housewifePuts her only child to sleep. Yellow ticket, black stockingsDisappear along an alley. They paper-fold dreams :Neatly stacked into fat blue files. INSIDES – CEREUS FLORUS Unread and unloved,Drained like an empty ink – bottleTo the very last drop of crimson red,Licked by my calloused fingersTo keep the oil – stained sheets fat,I pick up my Parker penBecause it won’t stop. I am running out of time.My heart digs its heels deeperInto my breasts when I revolt ;So, I POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! I SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason." SIA – CEREUS FLORUS That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began to melt away in the morning warmth. Sia, a twenty-four-year-old widow, stood barefoot on the finely-cut bluegrass in the garden. The cold and deserted MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SECOND ANNIVERSARY
🙂 Just for the record! Invictus by William Ernest Henley : Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond INTENTIONS – SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Words twisted and served –Veil of vile intentions dropsWith one stroke of red. With one stroke of red,Love songs turn to crimson smoke –Shade of truth revealed. Shade of truth revealedAs an unleashed inferno –Burning memories. Burning memoriesAvenge and quench their parched thirst –Words twisted and served. FLAMES – CEREUS FLORUS My noxious seeds seep out of my decaying flames, Emanating the red-burn of indisposed ambience ; As I quarrel Between the hinge of a flap of Wave and eternal verities, With my fears steering down the narrow, silent lanes of wild dreams Until the cracked and broke breeze Numbs veins, my toes and weather. Slowly, SHEEN – CEREUS FLORUS This is a collaborative work with my friend Aquib, who also happens to be one of my favourites here! Sheen- (me in italics) As black as the charcoal, Tantamount to shimmery calmness, These when given perchance Smothered to give the belligerent eminence. Our reveries Burnt down to numb, frowned ashes. Contemplated musings Rise up as THE WAY – CEREUS FLORUS Before midnight,The world has to dissolveInto the fumes of spirits. The last drunk man -Stuck at stanza three, line fifthOf his copper-drenched poetry,Shuts his bloodshot eyes. The long-dead housewifePuts her only child to sleep. Yellow ticket, black stockingsDisappear along an alley. They paper-fold dreams :Neatly stacked into fat blue files. INSIDES – CEREUS FLORUS Unread and unloved,Drained like an empty ink – bottleTo the very last drop of crimson red,Licked by my calloused fingersTo keep the oil – stained sheets fat,I pick up my Parker penBecause it won’t stop. I am running out of time.My heart digs its heels deeperInto my breasts when I revolt ;So, I POCKETFUL OF PARADISE I am sharing below a masterfully crafted poem by one of my favourite poets. I cannot even begin to describe how elegant and enthralling his poetry is! Well, let me try - so much so that I had to sit down and ardently read all of his poems last month, and then re-read them! I SUBLIME – A SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Surreal poetriesDisguised as ferocities –Sublime wizardry. Cereus Florus "If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason." SIA – CEREUS FLORUS That Autumn morning, October sky was pastel blue in shade. Streaks of white and gold fell upon the red-rose bushes, upon which a tint of golden crust shimmered as dewdrops began to melt away in the morning warmth. Sia, a twenty-four-year-old widow, stood barefoot on the finely-cut bluegrass in the garden. The cold and deserted MEMORIES – CEREUS FLORUS Once They were colossal thoughts Vintage memories Subtle savour of the novice Breeze. An Idealist; A Romantic. Now Droplets freeze eyelids, my palms Swollen beats, breaths; Voice of sanity buried deep Along rage, my ribs. Dark existence glares, shares My blood, a Cynic's betrayals. Now Old sheets burn beneath pale White pile of evolvedstacks
SECOND ANNIVERSARY
🙂 Just for the record! Invictus by William Ernest Henley : Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond INTENTIONS – SENRYU – CEREUS FLORUS Words twisted and served –Veil of vile intentions dropsWith one stroke of red. With one stroke of red,Love songs turn to crimson smoke –Shade of truth revealed. Shade of truth revealedAs an unleashed inferno –Burning memories. Burning memoriesAvenge and quench their parched thirst –Words twisted and served. FLAMES – CEREUS FLORUS My noxious seeds seep out of my decaying flames, Emanating the red-burn of indisposed ambience ; As I quarrel Between the hinge of a flap of Wave and eternal verities, With my fears steering down the narrow, silent lanes of wild dreams Until the cracked and broke breeze Numbs veins, my toes and weather. Slowly, SHEEN – CEREUS FLORUS This is a collaborative work with my friend Aquib, who also happens to be one of my favourites here! Sheen- (me in italics) As black as the charcoal, Tantamount to shimmery calmness, These when given perchance Smothered to give the belligerent eminence. Our reveries Burnt down to numb, frowned ashes. Contemplated musings Rise up asCEREUS FLORUS
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_THE DAWN WAS BEAUTIFUL,_ _YOU HELD ME ALL NIGHT._ _MY BLANK MIND RACES THROUGH DARKNESS AND GLEE_ _BUT YOU KEEP ME AS THE MENDED PROMISE_ _I BROKE ON LAST NOVEMBER NIGHT._ _YOUR HONEST DISPOSITION, _ _YOUR SOUL IS ENTWINED WITH MINE._ _YOU LEFT A COUPLE OF PLACES _ _BEFORE YOU WALKED MILES.__WITH ME._
_AA'EEDAH_
_CEREUS FLORUS. 2018._ ------------------------- P. S. I know, I know.. it ended abruptly and lacks a proper structure. Huh, it was a draft which got published.. umm.. Well because I just wanted to. I have to rework on this. I will present the complete poem before you very soon.Much love!!
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COLD
_If the time runs on a spiral staircase _ _It’d feel the blood turning cold. _ _If it were flowing under the brook’s chest__It’d have – _
_Embraced the blues _ _Harnessed its energy _ _And, learnt the Art. _ _Sigh! It breathes, _ _Whispers lullabies in our ears, _ _Wraps the nostalgia around our fingers_ _And, beats in our thoughts. _ _Alas! It never flows, __It never runs._
_Time resides in the poet’s dying ink _ _And, the author’s unwritten tragedies. __°° AA’EEDAH _
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! AND RAMBLINGS 5 O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! BY WALT WHITMAN – _O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,_ _The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,_ _The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,_ _While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;_ _But O heart! heart! heart!_ _O the bleeding drops of red,_ _Where on the deck my Captain lies,_ _Fallen cold and dead._ _O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;_ _Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,_ _For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shoresa-crowding,_
_For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;_ _Here Captain! dear father!_ _This arm beneath your head!_ _It is some dream that on the deck,_ _You’ve fallen cold and dead._ _My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,_ _My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,_ _The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,_ _From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;_ _Exult O shores, and ring O bells!_ _But I with mournful tread,_ _Walk the deck my Captain lies,_ _Fallen cold and dead._ -------------------------RAMBLINGS – 5 :
_“Ideology”?_
_The previous term had already intrigued me to a large extent. All went blank and bright, back and forth. How did I not realize itearlier?_
_How often do we wonder about ‘definitions’? As of now, they were highly vague and ambiguous affirmations to me.___
_Well, talking of definitions, how do you define a term as ambiguous as ‘Polity’ or ‘matter’? Oh, well, yes, for many of us, defining matter is just a matter of few words – isn’t Science dearest to our hearts?_ _Let us frame the important question here : How do you define ‘Science’? Terms like ‘hypothesis’ , ‘experiments’, ‘observations’ , ‘physical world’, etc. are the most exploited ones. And, why they wouldn’t be, they make the utmost sense!_ _‘Polity’, on the other hand, can be defined as… well, wait! I’d like to share a relevant incident here :_ _Last June was a life-changing experience for me – from the education POV. My senses (the general ones) were twisted, butchered and moulded back into that of a person who just refuses to accept, well, anything. No, nothing delusional here. The whole complex process made me a interrogative person (add a pinch of introspection)._ _One of the major events was a ‘Polity’ lecture. The lecturer simply asked the class to define ‘Polity’. And, oh boy, what followed was (almost) a gunfight (of words). Nobody had the accurate definition, as expected by the lecturer but, what he told in the end made a difference :_ _“Make your own definitions. Observe the phenomena around you and create your own definitions. It should be a simple yet effective one and, even a layman should be able to understand it.”_ _(These are not his exact words, obviously ; now, my memory hurts!)_ _Well, it’s been almost a year now. He was right._ _This has turned out into a lazy realization post, eventually. Lastly, every word does have a definition. The more number of definitions we fish out, the more clarity we get_.° _AA’EEDAH_
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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DIAGONALS
Furiously, blanketed into all the means Yet disgusted by the surroundings, Surviving on his own. Emotions melt and mince, Not writing a phrase of consolement Licking through the walls of mind, Painted in blue and purple, red maple : Licking through the diagonals – What he fears is what he wants What you need is what you hold What you surrender is your nascent freedom. All go through the walls of mind, Through the diagonals. Voices of your own bite your ears, Rapid noises sound quacky. Going through the vision, Your shackles criss-cross :Diagonally.
------------------------- The day I wrote this verse, I felt stupid. Now that I have posted it.. well, I still feel stupid for writing this.° _AA’EEDAH_
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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June 21, 2019June 21, 20190
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FERVOUR – A HAIKU _Fiery June rings bells;_ _Sun’s strokes on cherry-red lips-_ _Love marches backwards._° _AA’EEDAH_
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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June 14, 2019
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ANNIVERSARY AND OZYMANDIAS Alright! So, it has been one glorious year of blogging for me! Yay! *Overdramatic dance* ------------------------- There goes one of my most favourite poems of all freaking time (major part of the celebration, I tell you) – OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHESHELLEY –
------------------------- I MET A TRAVELLER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND, WHO SAID—“TWO VAST AND TRUNKLESS LEGS OF STONE STAND IN THE DESERT. . . . NEAR THEM, ON THE SAND, HALF SUNK A SHATTERED VISAGE LIES, WHOSE FROWN, AND WRINKLED LIP, AND SNEER OF COLD COMMAND, TELL THAT ITS SCULPTOR WELL THOSE PASSIONS READ WHICH YET SURVIVE, STAMPED ON THESE LIFELESS THINGS, THE HAND THAT MOCKED THEM, AND THE HEART THAT FED; AND ON THE PEDESTAL, THESE WORDS APPEAR: MY NAME IS OZYMANDIAS, KING OF KINGS; LOOK ON MY WORKS, YE MIGHTY, AND DESPAIR! NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS. ROUND THE DECAY OF THAT COLOSSAL WRECK, BOUNDLESS AND BARE THE LONE AND LEVEL SANDS STRETCH FAR AWAY.” -------------------------Aa'eedah
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June 10, 2019
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PERILS OF EXISTENCE
_Mornings begin, blooming into a rosy day_ _Where we wait patiently to be devoured_ _By the horizon shift – silver to orange._ _Rays hit the pores of our skin, _ _Craters of dark spots come to light._ _Breakfast is an old thing,_ _We eat our own existence now._ _The blood dripping off your mouth_ _Carries the aroma of mist,_ _Envelops our existence, blanketed by honey._ _I eat the flesh, through mauve nails_ _Ricocheting between kisses and customs._ _As I lay naked on a bloody floor,_ _Flowing from my veins are remorse-rivers._ _You’re one holy dip away from purity._ _I write, vomit on ruled sheets_ _Holding the worst weapon ever created_. _The weapon stinks of my existence,_ _A genocide of its own-_ _Killing those who read_ _Living those who write-_ _A catharsis, unknown._ _Mirror barely gets my glimpses,_ _The alleged beauty, the alleged truth._ _Sea of humans suck our golden lymphs_ _Repeating the age-old truth, truth and beauty._ _The outlook of my existence nips_ _The buds of creativity,_ _On most of the days, I simply exist._ _Apologies sit on my lower lip_ _Whilst upper lip grows moths._ _“Surrendering” is the only ritual poets perform, unconsciously._ _On rest of the days, they simply exist._ _A molten ball of sickness,_ _A burning desire put to sleep._ _I hide from scavenging eyes_ _To tie my hair in a messy ponytail._ _The question mark on his face_ _The denial in my existence_ _Put trembles in the minds._ _Strangers stare, upholding their expectations_ _On the top of it, organs of shame exist._ _My head blasts off vague memories_ _And, my behaviour is erratic._ _As swift as my lovers, my mood swings are-__Voluptuous._
_The iron gate shuts off with a thunderbolt,_ _Fear drips as melting nails from fingers,_ _As colostrum for an infant,_ _As kisses of a desperate lover._Report this ad
_Do I even smell of you?_ _Do my bones lick the touch of my existence?_ _Do I even exist? Do I?_ _I appear, I disappear; resurrect from dead._ _A reality is denying its reflection._ _Or, just another living paradox, driven by madness?_ _Does that make reality an illusion?__Women are magical_
_But, shameless women are mystical._ _Lashes of introspection sit around oils of retrospection_ _Flutter around with enormous wings_ _Woven of sharp blades and,_ _Stitched on blood-sucked parched skin._ _On the night of full moon,_ _They simply resist. _ _Finale touches me but ceases to exist_ _Once it flows along the remorse-rivers._ _An emotion presses itself into your chest,__We know it._
_We hear it thrashing our left breasts_ _Whilst the red organ pumps more and more._ _On most of the days, we simply resist_._°° AA’EEDAH _
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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June 9, 2019June 9, 20192 Minutes
MOSAIC
_Pleasant evenings taste sour._ _Tamarind sky gleams_ _with the tangerine hue and silver clouds_ _(with a pinch of rock salt in their linings) –_ _the process of Disillusionment begins._ _The breeze seems soothing_ _(the first touch remains pious).__Moments._
_Moments._
_Moments._
_The heat gnaws at the droplets –__the first,_
_the second,_
_the third –_
_and, the forehead lines disappear_ _(a sigh of relief)._ _With fire in the belly,__the lips pucker_
_as his brown eyes rest_ _on the gladiatorial night,_ _feeding on the irascible twilight._ _The two become one –_ _the process of Disillusionment begins._ _Darkness is an emotion_ _born of dreams and the actuality._ _Unpretentious. Transparently sincere._ _With a divine celestial at its centre-_ _the fractured memories merge and disperse__and,_
_the conflictual realities come together –_ _the process of Disillusionment begins.__°° AA’EEDAH_
CEREUS FLORUS. 2019. -------------------------Aa'eedah
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June 8, 2019
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