May 6, 2013 § 15 Comments
She hears the sound coming
from the musicians.
Out of the music a voice
rose as pure as the water
of the mountain streams.
It felt like a beam of light pierced the night
and a fragrance she could breathe
and a part of her own soul.
It flooded her body
making it vibrate
on every note.
She ascended then bent,
died, rose again.
Filled with unbearable joy
broken with unbearable pain
torn and made whole, together.
She became the Voice.
March 17, 2013 § 8 Comments
Done with our work for the day,
we go out. To a fancy restaurant. You,
me and our friends. Where a music
channel shows tacky videos of
shallow singers. We laugh at ’em.
We talk about work, music and
life: the regular stuff. Bitch about
the ones who didn’t turn up.
‘What’s the plan?‘, you ask.
‘I want to curl up on a couch
and eat hot chocolate‘, i reply.
We go to this another lounge
that’s newly opened. Aesthetic, we’ve
heard. All country-style, done with a
fireplace. I kick my pumps and sit
on the couch with folded legs, eating my
hot chocolate. This one plays
an old U2 concert.
‘All i want is you‘, Bono sings. While
i stare into your eyes. Deeply. You wink.
Next he sings ‘With or without you‘,
as he chooses a girl with straight hair,
and a black vest. She lies down on the
stage with him, singing.
And it’s a magical night. You touch
my fingers, put your arm around my
waist. And sing along.
‘I can’t live with or without you.’
It’s exactly how I’d imagined I’d
be loved. As i sit crawled up in
Whoever you are.
February 21, 2013 § 6 Comments
It was the night we both longed for,
the night we both dreamed about every night,
the night we fancied to face another facet of us.
We were together, yet again
in the comfort of each other’s arms,
wanting to break the baked ice between us.
Our lips were sealed, but not to each other’s
Our eyes were ravenous, thawed by lust
…a gentle gnaw.
We knew what was about to come,
we knew what was to be done.
Yet, we both conversed.
Silence, our mediator.
Our eyes talked words though,
words only we both could understand.
Words we were thoroughly acquainted with.
A gentle breeze slithered between our bodies,
but couldn’t find a way to pass through.
The cord of tension broke when
the stereo hit “Rape me.”
And we both obeyed.
Okay so he is this cool guy I know from twitter. Instant connection, no-nonsense. Except that we plan to smoke joints together, someday! He is a master of words, and quite honest. Makes him a gem, now, doesn’t it?
You must read and follow his blog here. Also, let’s all make him write more. Show some love, fellow bloggers! 🙂
May 1, 2012 § 17 Comments
That strange empty feeling
when you’re lying in bed,
staring at the cieling, listening
to a Josh Ritter number.
Trying to find perspective in
darkness, meaning in nothing-
ness, and direction standing
at a dead end.
Not expecting, and not being
Hollow and with a void, you
reflect on what life’s been
so far. On how much’ve
you changed, in the process
of resisting change.
The agony of being helpless,
the fear of the unknown,
the love that doesn’t die off.
Yet, no expectations.
There is another poem written by www.arjun1097.wordpress.com which he certainly did not want me to post here. But i am a bad girl, sailor boy!
So here it goes:
Today i’m stuck to my bed
with a fever, cough and cold,
covered in blankets
i feel weary and old.
The light seems too bright
and the voices seem louder,
they all crowd around and watch
and i just give em a cold shoulder.
They switch on the TV
and tell me to rest,
dont move, be still they say
i think that part’s the best.
the silver lining,
and it all comes to me
including fine dining.