A note of contradiction

In reply to a certain comment by muthu

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No matter what

comes down from 

my pen;

an elegy or ode;

of loss, betrayal

or a gentle caress.

This is me

I write for pun.

Nothing more 

and nothing less

It is not pain that

rules this world.

There is irony,

absurdity and a

dozen other notions

less explored

You write of love

and the pain that follows;

I will stay back 

and let my pen present

the deprived with

a deserving halo.

Ah and I know you'll not agree to this. 

But this is what I am and will be.

Blood stain

I had not written anything off late, save reading other blogs and commenting. Been a lifetime since I visited the realm of writing, the Writers Lounge. No excuses for the fault lies with me. I am not completely back to blogosphere yet.

I stare at your 

crimson blood still 

staining my 

guilty palm.

I regret and repent

yet remain in a

ghastly calm.

In a moment or two

I shall wash you

off my hand.

You will fade away

leaving behind  the

blood strand.

I remember you

never had issues

with me

yet I crushed, pounded

and eventually

killed you, Mehendi.

Love you

I hold your hands,

feel your warmth and

long for your smile.

You turn away and remain

unusually silent for a while.

I caress your forehead

and kiss your cheek.

You refuse to come

out of your world,

making me feel meek.

I try again to prove

that my love is true.

Still, you ignore me,

suck your thumb

and say gaa gaa goo goo

P.S. Dedicated to a two year old nephew of mine

Combat

I watch you 

breaching silently

into our territory.

Annoyed, I over whelm

with relentless fury.

You defile the 

pathway into my 

prodigious kingdom.

I devise a plan

of attack at random.

My allies inside 

appreciate the 

startling wisdom

You are to be defeated 

at once for I am against

appease

and my allies will

now storm out in the

form of a SNEEZE

I --> air trying to get inside the nostrils

You --> dust in nostrils 

N.B. When particles of dust irritate the nasal mucosa they are thrown away by convulsive expulsion of air from the lungs. 

Memory lost

I stand behind a pretty

mother preaching her son of

the right and wrong.

A lose hair from her 

careless bun takes

my rimless glasses along

In an attempt to avoid

the free fall of my 

ever reliable ally,

I place my shoe on her 

naked foot.Unintentionally.

She lets out a cry.

Flattened spheres of gray 

plastic on my ears confine my 

audibility.Confused, I smile.

It is such a pleasure to

"people watch" in the 

peak hour rush.

But then a sense of

untold fear creeps and 

I stand hushed.

Left the purse back

home and here comes the

collector. Time to blush.

Consonance

I open you and
pick one of the
several seeds inside.
First one rolls.
I bethink of a bygone
memory brushed aside.

By the time the
flavor of the second
fills my heart.
I behold the image
beloved friend
now miles apart.

Midway through the
third, I realize that
my cheeks are drenched.
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched.

Exhausted with the
gush of fervor and remorse,
a sequel of your rhythmic course,
I close you with a sigh.
.
.
My Pod and I.



Golly am amazed at Apple's naming skills ;)

Genesis

Beside you
stood the tomb
painted pearl white,
concealing the
reddish thromb.

I pine for your
ever credible
resurrection.

But you still
appear dormant.
A rejection.

Days pass and you
eventually emerge,
placid and aplomb.

Only a tooth!

Wisdom
still buried deep
inside the catacomb.