You

I gaze at you, 

ceaselessly,

in anticipation of words, 

but these vacuous conversations are only ones that seem to come.


These salutations and customs- are all too familiar, 
a forewarning to hail this semblance, 

a bellow to put on my armour of camaraderie, 

a display of grandeur, 

as I wallow in cursory nods. 


all this while, I still await those words, 

ones that promise to slit the soul, 


for it keeps on cluttering with ghosts of past flaws, 

a past I wish that never was. 

-Damini Singh
The countless hours we spend indulging in empty conversations, talking about things we don’t want, dreaming dreams that aren’t ours.

 Meanwhile, we conceal all the pain that resides. There are so many things that I would like to talk to you about, but the fact that you never ask me the right questions, stops me. 

And even when you ask me that how I am, I know that it’s just a plain conversation starter and you don’t really want to know the answer to that. 

Author: the perfect prole

After years of silent stalking, I finally want to foray in the dangerous territory of adulthood, and the first thing I do is setting up this blog to document all the clumsy journeys I will undertake,.

14 thoughts on “You”

  4. I gawk at you;

    Intrepidly,

    With bewilderment and odes,

    But only the reek of this strange bastardness of palate you induced seem to come.

    These postulations and war cries – are all to familiar,

    A forewarning cafune of impending festive turbulence,

    I marinate in the nakedness of your brain’s skin, violet,multi faceted.

    A morsel of sinister pleasure,

    As I revel footprints in bites towards your unread tome,

    All this while, radaring similar blots

    Ones that promise to slither in slitting the soul,

    For it keeps on fluttering the gods on my spinal cord,

    And the ones, over and under it, onto lotus and rose.

    – Raavan

    Like

    Reply

  5. I gawk at you;

    Intrepidly,

    With bewilderment and odes,

    But only the reek of this strange bastardness of palate you induced seem to come.

    These postulations and war cries – are all to familiar,

    A forewarning cafune of impending festive turbulence,

    I marinate in the nakedness of your brain’s skin, violet,multi faceted.

    A morsel of sinister pleasure,

    As I revel footprints in bites towards your unread tome,

    All this while, radaring similar blots

    Ones that promise to slither in slitting the soul,

    For it keeps on fluttering the gods on my spinal cord,

    And the ones, over and under it, onto lotus and rose.

    –Raavan

    Like

    Reply

Leave a comment