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Toy story
1.
She told me
she had her faith
in my actions and
inactions
She told me
ours would be
a perfect world
and the next day
she made me wait
under-the-ten-storied-building
for five hours
and it rained
I walked back all the way
remembering Mr. Chaplin
and fell asleep
to sweet nightmares
that gave nothing at all
A little before midnight
I got up
called her number
munching on
leftover breakfast
I kept calling her
till my battery died
leaving a strange hollow
inside
a choke
a black hole
I took a long walk
in the glittering streets
and came back
in the wee hours
having really not
gone anywhere nor
achieved anything
A full swig of lukewarm rum
was all I needed
to go
blank
finally I could afford
the luxury of sleep
until hours later
her laughter woke me up
2.
It was just a dream
(how convinient)
where everything was white
and the grass was
fluorescent green
trite-tasteless
except for may be
the laughter
I kept dreaming her
even with open eyes
I dialed her number
w
a
i
t
e
d
Her-phone-rang
and I listened to it
her-caller-tune
(Bang-Bang my baby
shot me down)
until she picked it up
and something exploded
Lachrymal glands and
a simmering volcano
of manic rage
Or maybe just a mood swing
before she ended the phone call
she guffawed and
said 'Men!'
(In another world
akin to Charlie Sheen)
3.
For her I was just
another one
another rank experience
If a man is bad, it’s good
I could feel that way
Almost empathize
as he won't change
cause it's peaceful
a womb-a comfort zone
a rabbit hole
One such that he will
stay that way-stable
and if he is good,
then he might hang on
for awhile getting charred
by the high flames
I knew I was neither
good or bad
4.
I had read that
a man gets stronger
the more he's hated
not me-damn
I wiped the corner
of my eyes
took another swig-
long and full
after I got the text
which said,
‘It's over.’
The clock struck five
with the sun-
bleary-bleeding
The party was over
dreamspell gone
Was I in love
Was I used
Was I there
Another swig
to drown
the swelling tides
and another
to douse
the questions
5.
Pappa Sartre stared
right back at me
indifferent
as my stomach
shot up arcs of pain
on account of
the overworked and dying
liver of mine
A man hurting himself
not to get hurt
One last swig
it-was-all-over
The empty bottle rolled over
the crashed-crushed phone
it was but metal and plastic shards
Disillusioned I prayed for silence
chewing my lips to contain
the discomforting rain of pain
It was just a man and his pain
and whatever would not kill him
could kill him another time
Period
Another day-phone-bottle
Life could well be
a tapestry of patterns
while I was too busy
figuring and fighting
and thrown out like
a worn out toy
probably
a disfigured Teddy
with a
pulsating-crimson-heart-shaped-box
squeezed in
its outstretched hand
waiting to be mended
until next time
Snare drums-dramatic music-laughter
K. Cause you asked.
Published 25th Jan 2012
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25th Jan 2012 2:59am
25th Jan 2012 3:02am
KrisOmari
Thanks for the read.
Some thought you have
me there. :)
Will think about it.
S'
Thanks for the read.
Some thought you have
me there. :)
Will think about it.
S'
25th Jan 2012 3:00am
25th Jan 2012 3:03am
Grace
Oh! as always
you say j u s t
Yes. It happens.:)
We live-love-learn.
Thank you,
S'
Oh! as always
you say j u s t
Yes. It happens.:)
We live-love-learn.
Thank you,
S'
25th Jan 2012 5:09am
Your words are beautiful, even in their desolace. Makes me miss words written between us, oh how I miss out on that beauty that is you!
25th Jan 2012 6:14am
Princess,
I do miss. Yes.
I am overjoyed you came
here and spent sometime
with these words.
They are a consolation, are n't
they?
Thank you,
P'
I do miss. Yes.
I am overjoyed you came
here and spent sometime
with these words.
They are a consolation, are n't
they?
Thank you,
P'
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25th Jan 2012 3:04pm
V
Thank you as ever my dear.
In due time you would.
Learn and much more.:)
Curtsy,
S'
Thank you as ever my dear.
In due time you would.
Learn and much more.:)
Curtsy,
S'
25th Jan 2012 10:13am
really enjoyed this piece.made my mind wobble painting the pictures you paint so well.
nice work
nice work
25th Jan 2012 3:07pm
Painengraver
Thank you for stopping by.
And am overjoyed that you
could connect-relate.
Light,
S'
Thank you for stopping by.
And am overjoyed that you
could connect-relate.
Light,
S'
25th Jan 2012 10:14am
Actually I like the quality of your writing, your vocabulary, your presentation skills related to any script, but then if you ask me about the subject I have gradually started hating it. Men should stop writing poems and so do women about strained or ditchy relationships as I believe it mars the artiste's capabilities in an unique way. Of course this is just my opinion and you may have your own:-)
25th Jan 2012 3:03pm
Anando
At many levels I would agree.
With you.
It has been done to death. The
status of this genre is a cliche
has become a cliche in itself.
:)
But then nothing really gets
saturated. Not in literature.
An artist must be objective while
writing about something personal.
Almost with an approach of detachment.
Thank you for sharing your view.
Very much appreciated.
S'
At many levels I would agree.
With you.
It has been done to death. The
status of this genre is a cliche
has become a cliche in itself.
:)
But then nothing really gets
saturated. Not in literature.
An artist must be objective while
writing about something personal.
Almost with an approach of detachment.
Thank you for sharing your view.
Very much appreciated.
S'
Anonymous
25th Jan 2012 2:58pm
Sumeet Panigrahi,
Once again you have distilled our male human qualities down into cup size so that we may all take our sip. Loved your lines:
"A man hurting himself
not to get hurt"
Awesome write!
tornado
Once again you have distilled our male human qualities down into cup size so that we may all take our sip. Loved your lines:
"A man hurting himself
not to get hurt"
Awesome write!
tornado
25th Jan 2012 3:11pm
Ah Tornado
My man! How I have missed you.
Guess you have been busy.:)
Yes. That is something men
have inherent-an innate strain
of masochism.
Thank you as ever.
S'
My man! How I have missed you.
Guess you have been busy.:)
Yes. That is something men
have inherent-an innate strain
of masochism.
Thank you as ever.
S'
17th Feb 2012 10:08am
Whitewand6
Love the Toy story and the reason behind.
Beautiful.
The love..the pain..everything..
Just WOW..!
:)
Love the Toy story and the reason behind.
Beautiful.
The love..the pain..everything..
Just WOW..!
:)
17th Feb 2012 10:43am
slumbeauty9
Thank you for the read.
Appreciate the support and
the time.
S'
Thank you for the read.
Appreciate the support and
the time.
S'
