Saturday, February 19, 2011

19 Vayadhiniley

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What I used to be: My 19-year-old self.

Angsty and angry and so AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH at the world. I like how the internet keeps track of my growing old.

I haven't written poetry since...since I was 19, I guess. What a waste of blinga genius, no? I happened to find this page because of a conversation I had with N. It brought back all my poetry-days.

Here's one more I discovered buried somewhere in my inbox:

paradise lost

daughter of eve,
i bear in my blood
upside down worlds.

the prince i kissed
morphed into a frog.

he leapt into the
lilies
with my crystal ball.

angry, i swore, princes
were fake.

i disowned the stories
that flamed
my brains

in amber light.

i wound my hair into
a granite bun.
swearing
no witch hunter

would climb into my skull.

i’ve smashed my mirrors,
killed my eyes.

i find in my
pocket,
snow white’s
apple,

rich, red, wrong.

the dwarves wait for
me to take the plunge.

they hold my glass box
in eager joy.

daughter of eve,
i sink my fangs into

sin with ease.

exit paradise.


Amusing. I miss writing poetry but I can't bring myself to. Possibly because the intensity of my pissed-off state has reduced. Sigh. In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo.


12 comments:

Srinivas said...

I agree melancholy - as Poe says (it is probably one of the few quotes on poetry whose import I remember, so forgive me! :D - is arguably the ideal theme for poetry... but I am sure you can write poetry about so many things if you really 'wanted' to :)Occasion for one, perhaps? :D

Nice free-flowing verse by the way :_

Srinivas said...

I checked out the poetry on the link. The last two poems, in their style, remind me a bit of Ezekiel's, whose poetry is not apparent to the eye or ear but poetic extremely poetic nonetheless.

And loved the closing lines of the Santa Claus poem. Especially, the succession of images where you refer to "algebra", "hexagons" etc :)

vishesh said...

Being pissed off seems to be quintessential for writing poetry.

Kookaburra said...

Had to buy a gift for Daya's gf today and what do I see - a tiger in pink dress ... somehow it reminded me of your pink panther poem! :) ...
A pink panther stuffed toy for the brave girl who I adore!!! :)
Your poem inspired me!

Got her that, in addition to a practical tiffin-box pencil-box set ... :))) ...

Anonymous said...

err! How do I say this in the nicest way possible?

That's what marriage to a good man does. It takes out the fangs!
(I might be wrong but am kinda extending it from my experience.)

- GBF (a.k.a blunt fangs)

amudhan said...

Can you please let me know who is 'N'? I am reading through your post and this mysterious N keeps coming and I don't know who that is...

The Visitor said...

@GB - You wrote good poetry; I liked them. There were a significant number in your 'whyiamabrownie' blog - I remember the one on Draupadi that I liked.

@Srini - You too write poetry - you have an old world style of writing, that seems like free verse.

I am referring to your way of using qualifying phrases in your sentences. :)

@vishesh - Hmm..., I can see that you're still pissed off. ;)

@Kookaburra - :)

@GBF - LOL

@amudhan - Ah, the mysterious N! LOL
Actually it doesn't matter who N is. It could have been A (Amudhan), S (Srinivas) or V (Visitor or Vishesh), with whom GB is acquainted.

@All - if you liked my replies, then thanks. If you were pissed off, then you could write some poetry. :)

@GB - erm, forgive taking liberty...

crike

GB said...

@The Visitor- Thank you, Uncleji!

@Srini- Thanks much for the compliments :)

@Vishesh- Yup!

@Kookaburra- Yay!! Go pink panthers!

@Anon- I agree. My friends can't believe how zen I am these days. Sigh.

@Amudhan- N is my friend from college who is also a writer and an illustrator.

Srinivas said...

Visitor: Forgive my ignorance, but I have really forgotten what "qualifying phrases" mean! Enlightenment, please?

The Visitor said...

@Srini: You asking me this? *shakes head*

Ahem - I don't even know if I am right; anyway here's my attempt.

Illustrating from your sentences, the part in italics is the qualifying phrase:

I agree melancholy - as Poe says (it is probably one of the few quotes on poetry whose import I remember, so forgive me! :D) - is arguably the ideal theme for poetry...

The last two poems, in their style, remind me a bit of Ezekiel's,...

The qualifying phrase describes / qualifies / embellishes the earlier part of the sentence. The qualifying phrase is usually enclosed within commas (,) or dashes (-). The sentence can be read meaningfully omitting the qualifying phrase.

Am I right? Srini? GB?

Srinivas said...

The Visitor: One forgets things, you know, after 25 summers in this world and staring at old age almost as if it were a gun barrel! :D

Jokes apart, thanks for the clarification. This does make sense to me.

I write with lots of hyphens, commas and parentheses because I can't think straight and since my thinking reflects in my writing I don't seem to be able to present anything neatly and definitively!

No excuse that, but a little insight into my writing!

The Visitor said...

@Srini: I searched for "parenthetically speaking" and one of the links led me to this blog, "Parenthetically speaking", which had the following paragraph:

Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...

Another long sentence from The BS Bar:

So today when I had to pull her from under my grandmother's bed downstairs, after twenty whole minutes of looking for her (along with mom and dad) all over the two houses -trying to put out pictures of her swallowing moth balls, suffocating inside a cupboard or getting kidnapped by Bogey Man -you can imagine just how I felt when I saw her chilling under the bed in that dark corner with one leg over the other as if holidaying in Bali with a cocktail in hand.