28 Jun 2004

(Bits of you) Safe in me

Posted by Pye in Poetry | 10:06am


Bits of you
haunted I sit
They play upon my memory

Shifting planes
of grief and joy
Random mix of imagery

Where one starts
another ends
The endless, moving tapestry

Sweetest scents
of times elapsed
Bitter at times, some sugary

In each other
the bodies fit
Exact physical symmetry

Velvet soft
your touch on me
So exquisitely feathery

Grasp a scene
so soft and smooth
Withhold a while, then set it free

Spells you cast
I'm hypnotised
Your own brand of sorcery

Close my eyes
And see you there
Then smile because you're safe in me.

14-10-03

Just memories overwhelming the senses... :o)



Current Music: Did I mention I hate the emoticons?

15 Jun 2004

Colon Parenthesis

Posted by Pye in Poetry | 12:25pm


Blurred screen through misted eyes
Ponder the what fors and whys
Loud music intrudes on silence
Hurt begins where numbness ends
And In between all of this
I realise just how easy it is
To do a colon parenthesis

No one sees the fingers move
Desperately trying to prove
Hitting keys which speak the lies
Locking my mask on the disguise
No one knows what is remiss
Because so simple it is
To do a colon parenthesis

Now almost a rut impulse
On other things the system mulls
The movement comes just like that
The fingers, on their own, react
I almost don't see the keys
Because so painless it is
To do a colon parenthesis


Current Mood: Feeling Better
Current Music: Satrangi Re

9 Jun 2004

I am (not)

Posted by Pye in Poetry | 2:24pm


You see me as what I am not
Your vision forces me to be
Not me, myself, but what I ought
A twisted, shaped and structured me

Your vision forces me to be
A kind of girl that pleases you
A twisted, shaped and structured me
Nothing more than a statue

A kind of girl that pleases you
Okay, fine, I'll bend to your will
Nothing more than a statue
Nothing to give, yet all, but still

Okay, fine, I'll bend to your will
Not me, myself, but what I ought
Nothing to give, yet all, but still
You see me as what I am not.

03-11-02

My first attempt at a Pantoum - a strict form. I like playing around with forms. It was a fun challenge writing this, but I don't think it came out exactly as I want it or clear enough. Well... next time. :)

Pantoum - This form has a highly formalized structure, which is also interesting in the cyclic nature of the work created in the form. In it's purest form, the Pantoum consists of 16 lines, organized into 4 stanzas of 4 lines each. Lines number 2 and 4 in Stanza One become lines 1 and 3 in Stanza Two. The progression of  2 and 4 become 1 and 3 carries throughout the work. That is, 2 and 4 of Stanza Two, become 1 and 3 of Stanza Three, 2 and 4 of Stanza Three, become 1 and 3 of Stanza Four. The only further stipulation, for the traditionalists, is that Line 1 of Stanza One becomes Line 4 of Stanza Four, thus completing the cycle at the point at which it began.



Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: N-O-T-H-I-N-G

3 Jun 2004

Monochrome Thought

Posted by Pye in Poetry | 3:54pm


I chance upon a bunch of red
And a background of cemented grey
A small haven in a life so dead
A festive moment against decay

I move a finger to touch a rose
The underside - so velvet soft
Fragrance drifts, I lean in close
Unseeing eyes and spirit aloft

But grey, it seems, will not be denied
It fights, struggles, to come to the fore
It burns my vision from every side
Until I can't deny it anymore

Each day, in me, this battle is fought
And crimson subsides to monochrome thought.

I have a picture window right behind me, where I sit at the computer table. And outside the floor to ceiling window is my mother's terrace garden. She has a large variety of roses. One day, I was sitting here and writing - the words refused to come, so I turned around and glanced outside. There was this enormous bunch of blood red roses blooming on one of the shrubs. They were all together, about 6-7 of them. Do roses bloom in bunches? This was the first time I'd seen it. Exactly beyond that, my neighbour was putting up a new wall and the whole facade was ugly, cement grey. The sight was lovely, the exquisitely red roses blooming against the grey backdrop. Nature vs. man-made things, colour vs. grey, beauty vs. drab dullness - too many thoughts went through my mind. The above is an attempt to capture some of what I felt.

-30-10-02.



Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: Not listening to anything and why do I have to choose those emoticons? There is NOTHING to match my mood, the way I feel. Right now I feel... half philosophical, half accepting life and somewhat dead.