death of a kiss

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unearthed trinkets of lust
taken by my lips —
bitten —

bitumen of the roads left
behind —

quick-quirky-beats rise quickly
like moon-quivering-tides.

drink one on me, through me,

as i

taste the memory of your
kitschy kiss,
hear a silver sun’s silence,
left undisturbed,

ululating — dying.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

For dVerse Quadrille # 64
Image source (An interesting reproduction and interpretation of Klimt’s The Kiss)

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moving on

 

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you are lost, as i lost
in your loss.

the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
remains —

you were once there, drinking
the moon wine (it is you who
brought me the white for a late
dinner), and addled potions of
a lone star at my lone window,

it’s at the end, that it all began,
the turbulence of words (said
and unsaid) created voids, built
of a few nights’ fantasized storms,

you made me see the fire-glass
that only showed your visage,
your eyes growing pit-wise, you,
yours only – form and facsimile –

and i knew that i did not have to
leave, because you were not there,
never meant to be, and so it was —

a singular bulb fuse that flickered
out, into the emptiness of the room.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

More of a frustration than a heartbreak — For dVerse Poetics
Also linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads

And I somehow found something to go with it. Ha! Image source (Light Headed 3 by Leah Saulnier)

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a silent vigil

the ice has taken hold between the two passages,
carrying the crystal white burden of dreams
and the languages of intrinsic qualifications –

to choose the fog over mist, slush over dirt,
and to keep frozen into stone all deals upturned,
all wishes parted by a moment’s touch –

lost is the sudden acquaintance with sensation,
I am near the end, I am at the edge, always dazed,
glorified by the fear of tumbling down – just the bliss
of never seeing the light

for it’s hard to dream with open eyes, for it’s hard
to see through your lips where you reside –

who ever said that this mosaic of understanding is fulfilling?

that blithe sun has devoured all else.

you are the halo, the shadow, the skin to my desire, the symbol
to this paradigm of pain,
and I keep up my silent vigil,
I wait.

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Linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads.

let’s draw blood

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blood transfusion in a fucked up poem:

eyes meet, hearts melt into puddles of misery,
a guy shot a man, and a man a guy
at midnight when the sky was pistachio-green
and earth slightly shifted beneath their feet.

love is common place – words are the dregs
of tea left in my battered mug, hugs are given up
in arms that rattle like broken windows, and

they dare say,

*“This is not what we came to see…”

.

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*”This is not what we came to see” is quoted from Brian Patten’s poem The Projectionist’s Nightmare.
Linking it up with Poetry Pantry and With Real Toads.

Image source

Day 20: Favorite Romance Book

Okay, I know people, especially guys, hesitate from telling that they have read romantic books. I am sometimes like that, if truth be said. But I am going to answer the question honestly today. Yes, I have read some romantic books. If you like reading, you can read anything. You do not think about the theme or genre then.

Yes, there are certain books which you can not read because they are just not for you. It isn’t necessary for you to like a popular book. I would raise my hand if you ask a group of men if they have tried reading Fifty Shades of Grey. I dd try but it was not for me. Hence, I left it after reading twenty pages or so. But that is not what I am asked to discuss today. I just wanted to notify that you must not be embarrassed of the books you read.

I have read Twilight series at least twice. People may roll their eyes, so what? I enjoyed reading it. There is nothing wrong in that or is it!? Okay, I am deviating from the topic.

Back to the question, I have read majorly romantic books by Sarah Dessen and Nicholas Sparks. They were an alright read but I never liked them to an extent that I would want to discuss about them. I will rather discuss a book I have mentioned in earlier posts but you may not have possibly read it or even heard of it.

This book is One Day by David Nicholls. It is a very simple tale of two people and their relationship. The book narrates the events of a single day year after year for 20 years, telling the story of these two people. Sometimes they are together while sometimes they are not. It progresses from their first meeting to various stages of their life as the meaning of their relationship changes over time.

Things I like about this book:

1. The character-sketch is brilliant. It is one of the best I have read in the romantic genre.

2. The story is very interesting. Events of a single day year after year, how thrilling is that!

3. The story actually talks about a relationship and its development from the first meeting onward. Moreover, it is not at all cheesy.

4. The story comes full-circle in the end. I particularly liked how the emotions are embedded in this book. And when I say this story is based on the lives of these two main characters, that is not the only thing. There are some other characters that leave an impression on you.

That is all.