O why O why! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! -in that megalomaniac style
Tried piggybanking in kleptomanical frame
Words or arrows-were they verbatim?
Why sought thee a frame
Like this a path so curvacious
Out of your quiver-mind of math and vision
So frightful but simultaneously hilarious
So that the grandiose of a story could emanate
Of two lonely souls in this universe of skulduggery
Yes lies galore
To seek the truth
Thats what thou sayeth
To find out the truth
Was it just truth t’was the seeking
Or was it the plane the testing ground?
Of two birds in migration seeking
Lost love over hills and vales
And danes of shame
Words juggled forth in and out
Now a new confoundment
Is this a new prank?
Or just a ruse
To pamper ones pride
In arithmetic progressions
Of simultaneous equations and multiplications.
Yes truth still seeks truth
Is afraid to ask more
Feels still some lies be
Lurking behind
Those permutations and combinations
Those trignometrical equations of
Tan thetas is sine theta upon cos theta
Or is it still,
The pranks of that black and blue
Butter thief
As deceptive of a mirage in a desert
How is skulduggery served?
Yes how is this served
In algorithmic allegories
Or in petri dishes of love and agar
How is skulduggery served?
Yes how is this skulduggery served
My cherried lips as microcosms
On petri dishes of love and snippets
Of stolen couplets of Spanish and French
Or should it be in permutations and combinations of
Arithmetic progressions.
My fettish desires of that virtual kiss
Nay not legal-that kiss of vengeance
But osculatory perfunction
Of my pure infection.
To soothe that blurred appearance
Here are those pictures
Seen in those visions
But secret worries
Nagged me whole sale
What if you have
Actually sold me?
As in sayings-
To that website
Of woman’s carnal desires
To grand old men
Of Idis’ empires.
Though thou art so close, yet so far
A fear still hides in my bosom
How do I clear that fear?
Asked my Lord
Give me the strength
To chose the right
In thy clear sight
If it be thy holy will
Then make me that oil
In his lamp
To shine and burn
With him forever
Or just let me be that perfume
That lingereth in him
Until I am no more
But that lingering fragrance
Be his muted light
A smile in his life
Be it only for a second
But one that will
Remain in our hearts
UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
22-03-2009
(This I had written last year but posting it today)
17-01-2010
Anjali
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