Breaking Away
Washing pretensions in a washing machine
I learnt how difficult it was to maintain the sheen
Pretensions bled and coloured each other
A riot broke between treachery, excuse, shame and other such brothers
Pockets made up of guilt tore open
Buttons tangled with each other and created a din
Even as I held my ears you shot at me a volley of questions
Why couldn’t I stay pretty clad in those pretensions?
Vultures of thoughts pecked on my heart
The mere touch of their beaks tore my skin
I lay opened but refused your cloak of pretensions
In their pecking routine I find soothing music of reason
posted by Juhi Dua at 2:45 AM
6 Comments:
Ju thanks much for your kind words. Its so good to hear from you after a long time. I hope things are gud with you.
Its been quite sometime since I read gud "iridescent" poetry. Your long pause was certainly felt. Neverthless that you are back with three excellent post, of which the one that speaks of struggle within walls moves me a lot.
Would soon post a reply to that on my blog, duno if 'twas more coincidence or providence that I too have a similar verse.
Breaking away is painful. In all I hope these verses are just confabulated for the sake of writing and does not evince some dreadful reality..
..In short brilliant and good to have you around..
:)
~Vinod
2:12 AM
hey vinod... long pause it was. couldn't write or paint. it almost felt like a drying up phase. poetry always stems from reality and experience i feel, at some level or the other - tangible and sometimes purely intangible. was kind of hybernating for a while to feel recharged. guess have sprung back now.
bring on that similar verse though... would love to read. i enjoy the semblance of thoughts that tie your and my verses. and yeah... loved your recent works... and also found them different from your older works in terms of style and thought... enjoyed throughly.
juhi
2:26 AM
Powerful,riotous imagery. Glad I found it.
3:51 AM
Great post! thanks for sharing :)
5:20 AM
"Pretensions are a quiscent cloak
No rustle, no shuffle, and
It of course prevents a few beaks.
The discomfort of wearing it
Is almost parasitic, almost debilitating
Like,well, anabolic sterioids of the human soul."
And your poem: QED.
11:34 PM
Ju, current post on my blog was the one I was telling you about. All this delay was getting an apt art work to go with it..
btw a poem please :)
1:26 PM
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