Het Heru
13 May 2024
It is time
this totem is mine
Blue bells chime
to my rhyme
A thought weaving so pristine
river Nile a shrine
A frame fair
shivers through your hair
effigy
melody
you walk into crooks of me
chosen ecstasy
Het Heru
you grow within me
like a tree
dancing free
arms extended white and blue
your embrace so true
Reading of the poem:
Ancient Egyptian Music – Hathor
A watery grave
10 May 2024
I held you
within sheets of ore
Promises
made before
They slide down unknown spaces
degrees of your hue
Your soul reeks
of untold prayers
Projections
my eye seeks
unveil myriads of layers
stilled incantations
Drummed up tunes
that the weather beats
into skull
as I mull
over sets of wiccan runes
under moonlit streets
I hear knocks
on forgotten door
They beat rhythm
within hymn
a movement to set the clocks
to time never more
The tides rest
within the chimes play
second test
to relay
infancy of the future
a hole to nurture
My sides split
like a chrysalid
frame to fit
under lid
raging waters for me pave
a watery grave
Reading of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - My Dark Disquiet
The old souls chronicles 4 : pulsing grief
29 April 2024
Tony wonders whether Aron is aware that he has now fully become a different being from the other youngsters and young adults. Aron sees in his searching eyes the unspoken interrogation.
- I always was different and even wondered if I was a freak because I had these stronger feelings that were considered as undesirable within my community.
- You are not a freak, Aron. You feel more than others although nothing as near to what we old timers felt, the feelings that all of the world had before strong negative emotions were frowned upon. We never imagined that things would go as far as to stop us even from grieving the death of our loved ones. Now we are just relegated to the role of donors of “funny feels”, “happy feels”, “quirky feels”. In brief anything that is more on the happiness scale and nothing that can touch the extreme sadness scale
- I know what you mean. I have been studying you and your wife for some time now before you went rogue and disappeared. It was a godsend when I learnt of your presence in that restaurant. What an opportunity to finally meet you and make the request for the deeper emotions.
- Why did you want to access this range of emotions?
- Ever since my wife died, I have been having this strange bubbling of emotions that felt like nothing I ever experienced before. Sometimes it’s like a rock was laid on my chest while I was sleeping. I could barely breathe and felt like a pit in my stomach but nothing near what I felt when you gave me the pulse.
- We normally don’t give that range of emotions to youngsters like you because they have a very strong effect on your psyche. With the seclusion of the deeper range of sad emotions, there aren’t many psychologists left so it is difficult to get regular appointments with one.
- I don’t need a psychologist. I can handle my emotions
- Very well. Here is the pulse tube which I have filled with the energetic imprint of the grief I pulsed through to you. Make sure nobody else puts their hands on it and call me if you are in too much pain. I will come as quickly as I can to grant you the solace.
Aron takes the tube containing the precious pulse and bids Tony farewell before leaving the library. As he is on his way back to his home, he thinks about his wife that he might see again in her preternatural form. He decides that he will let himself feel the full extent of the grief as experienced with the help of Tony. This time, he would be using the pulser and would not have Tony’s rapid intervention with soothing solace but he knows he needs to do this for his own sanity. No more half-lived emotions dragging him into a recurring downward spiral. It is now the time to experience it fully within his own house, while looking upon the ethereal form of his wife and put this behind him forever.
Vargo – I love you
The ghastly death ring
12 April 2024
Writing date
The seventh of tenth
Shift of three
Pervades me
A rubber stamp to relate
Twenty twenty-three
Prince of peace
death right precluded
Blood released
heartbeat ceased
Predictive programming sprees
from pores exuded
Sea to shore
the victims galore
bombs that slayed
infants strayed
Awareness to cut through minds
as enemy grinds
Look afar
through the eye that smarts
flattened stones
amidst groans
pictures that imprint on hearts
ugly that they are
Bloody spill
cloaks the sunken eyes
World’s attire
of the liar
no longer a white-clad skill
twixt the dying sighs
Angels sing
voices join clamours
of thousand
small hammers
of ribs protruding to end
the ghastly death ring
Reading of the poem:
Rajieen | راجعين (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
The strength in my moonlit stare
12 April 2024
Frequencies
sounds of revival
whispering
like the trees
They blow within me
breath of survival
Fingers knit
future to befit
Goddess frame
Twirling dance
body moving in a trance
different yet the same
Sense to bare
my heaving chest’s bloom
cells to groom
with insight
The strength in my moonlit stare
shows recovered sight
Reading of the poem:
Rushana – Snake (Kira Lebedeva)
To my soul distraught
5 April 2024
Stars shimmer
when I look at you
They define
face refined
Your body emits glimmer
of a soul so true
Centuries
composed your being
profound thoughts
that mind spots
Living with you is seeing
green meadows to seize
You are there
Within folds of heart
They challenge
rules unfair
I create laws to avenge
the void you impart
I know not
The touch of your skin
Fingers ache
hold to take
The absence of you akin
to my soul distraught
Reading of the poem:
Dua Lipa - Levitating Featuring DaBaby (Official Music Video)
My eyes bedazzled
24 March 2024
Eyes downcast
The moon spoke to me
Of her past
Silvery
when her rays were more than words
homecoming of birds
They call shrill
nesting to declare
I survey
birds of prey
Their claws rake my window sill
for my wits to snare
Tomorrows
neat as sleek primrose
they spell hunt
with knives blunt
The sharpening on the knee
my white bones to see
Sense the blair
It smells monsoon’s flare
wars to win
through the din
Pouring rains wash off the bloods
unruly the floods
Weather dreams
inside out it screams
Dead the king
song to sing
the banshees wail upside down
downfall of the crown
The sun sweeps
its rays stricken bare
dragon sleeps
in its lair
My prince for now bedraggled
my eyes bedazzled
Reading of the poem:
Imagine Dragons - Children of the Sky (a Starfield song)
Concealment my art
22 March 2024
Muffled sounds
overtaking hums
Misguided
beating drums
summoning the dead to grounds
where sleep the sacred
They wither
under silent eye
snakes slither
to my midst
their venom laid on my wrist
bidding a goodbye
Open ways
between life and death
Dream of Seth
becomes me
The suspended sentence stays
future eulogy
My talk bites
into lined hurdles
flying kites
latch circles
circumference the riddle
Pi down the middle
Unknown math
geometry skewed
unveils wrath
of the lewd
they think in piles of gold coins
head, black tails and loins
I redress
the damages kept
within heart
Sorrow swept
right under carpets I press;
concealment my art
Reading of the poem:
Serpents – Sharon van Etten
Pour les cœurs faire gémir sentiers vains arpentés
21 mars 2024
Je recherchais en dunes l’expression du profil
de l’aimé reconnaître traits vivants aiguisés
De nuit pâleur de lune croise mon battement de cil
sortilège à renaître pour mes veines enlisées
De leur bouche les lacunes médisances serviles
des dédits me repaître mes atours méprisés
bleue sirène en lagune fus-je donc proie facile
des desseins champêtres pour mes sens dégrisés
Dans les champs s’étendaient des oiseaux bleu azur
de leur bec font frémir étendards argentés
que les cieux abattaient sans commune mesure
pour les cœurs faire gémir sentiers vains arpentés
Lecture du poème:
Brief translation into English
For hearts to groan, vain paths trodden
21 mars 2024
I was looking in the dunes for the expression of the profile
of the beloved to recognize sharp living features
Of night the pallor of the moon crosses my fluttering lashes
spell to be reborn for my trapped veins
From their mouths the lacks servile backstabbing
From denials to nourish myself my finery despised
blue mermaid in the lagoon was I an easy prey
of rural designs for my sobered senses
In the fields blue birds spread themselves
from their beaks make shiver silvery banners
that the heavens fell without common measure
for hearts to groan, vain paths trodden
La Blessure – Emmanuel Moiré
I seize the night sky
18 March 2024
It started
when they constrained me
they harboured
brittle talks
It is within our own walks
that we are steady
Bear no spate
every tongue too weak
to relate
what we speak
the strength within our backbone
only skill to hone
They drown me
within scores of sheets
My name tag
it repeats
Foe within chest as I gag
spewing remedy
My chest weighs
a hundred kisses
like feather
moss and heather
everything my heart misses
that their henchmen raze
Levelled grounds
witness the lost heights
Dire straits
steer off sounds
Composure of lost powers
plunge from high towers
Open eyes
speak to me of sighs
Love wholesome
within bosom
opening my wings to fly
I seize the night sky
Reading of the poem:
Нас бьют, мы летаем
Ramblings
Fine Arts Blog
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
Vibe alone for a while
Author, Poet, Blogger, Father, Reader And More
Remember who you are!
Works of pain, guilt, pleasure and fantasy
Another WordPress.com plight
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
How To Become a Better Writer—Best Epic Fantasy Books
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
You must be logged in to post a comment.