DEPTH OF MY FEELINGS – III

The soul stayed afresh, somewhat crushed. Writhed of its penitent, patient miseries. Limping from side to side it opened its eyes and looked, just looked one last time. At the troubling features, a final glance at the love that still beckoned forth. At the cruel ages of solemn setiments thrown at him from all. He wished. For a wish. He finally accepted defeat at the hands of himself.
He surrendered to the cause.
As he lay awake, smouldering. Shouldered by indefinite discourse. Pillage by the pain. Savaged by utter melody of the one voice. The voice that should make me search for peace. Instead I wait. I wait for the never ending paradigm to shift the focus of time.
Time, the mischievous little fairytale founder that began the end of longing. Crossed itself by as I lay to waste in her eyes. As I dwelled in silence between her words. And waited for a kiss back.
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Depth of my feelings – II

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The lights were dimming fast, thoughts perishing as they went. A meticulous merry mark of mischievous matrimony

Scarred in places, reborn with paces

He touched her hands ever so slightly as she reflected on the riches of her guilty pleasures. 

Once deflected of the most unclear joys he perched his sorrows on ulterior grounds.

Searching in the brisk moonlight, putting out his hand in the scorching moonlight

Unearthly forgetfulness centered around one such dissonance

Truth be told, it never went so far but ever so further

Crossing oceans of agonizing happiness he pulled her close and dipped inside her inner sanctum

Marching past disbelief, he somehow felt at home

Upper and lower, near and far. I saw but a raging fire trapped inside a little jar.

I crept ever so gently across the promised lands

I received solace as I felt her’s in my hands

She smiled ever so calmly while she cried a raging river

The sorry little poster child finally reached under my skin

Depth of my feelings

Sometimes things that are so close are just so far away. It hurts so much. It burns in a bundle of cold writhing memories. Tearing inch by inch into nothingness until you’re just left too beyond.
Caressing a soft black flow that scars way past just ever so subtly
Baring, in layers. Sweetened thoughts. Sorely spoken since.
I was crying, ever so gently from oblivion. The red sweet feeling of the sour sobriety hit me ever so gently as I touched her lips. She held me with the dull sensation of forever belonging. I cried. I cried. As I caressed her dry.
I’ve always wondered, with my hands around her face. Ever so solemn the feelings that race.

“LET THE NIGHT SING” BOOK LAUNCH   

 

 “LET THE NIGHT SING” BOOK LAUNCH

 

“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.” — Virginia Woolf

 

In the lands of today, many things have changed yet everything is the same, astray. A fact I can properly say that we humans might take to our graves. Poetry and stories help us talk about those changes in life that have happened and most importantly the changes people want to make.

Feminism is the mother of many changes that society has had over the years and nowadays more and more women and men alike are talking and writing about it.

29th July, 2017 was one such day, esteemed writer Lopamudra Banerjee launched her book of poems titled “Let the Night Sing”, a tribute to not just her experiences as a mother, a daughter, a lover but also as a woman.

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(From left) Ms Sufia Khatoon,Dr Santosh Bakaya, Lopamudra Banerjee, Dr Sanjukta Dasgupta

When we asked her about her feelings regarding the topic of feminism and what her stance is as a feminist, she told us that feminism is an elemental but yet an essential part of humanism according to her. Her words were:In her book she has graced us with many poems, one being about the women of the illustrious brothel of Calcutta, Sonagachi. She says that many of her poems are her reactions to existential issues dealing with women such as the plight of Jyoti Singh, the spirit of Malala Yousufzai to name a couple.

 

“raw, vulnerable entities of women in our everyday lives form the tapestry that is my muse in this life”.

She said she uses this raw energy in her writingsLet The Night Sing Cover 2.jpg and this energy is what defines her identity as a woman. In her non-fiction book “Thwarted Escape” and her present “Let the Night Sing” she claims to have strived to essay the inward journey of women that’s replete.

During our talk with her, she with her undying humility referred to herself as a lover of the night. “I’m in love with night” being her exact words, and the reason for the title of her book. She explained that she has narrated her feelings about love, attachment, and even relationships in the form of her many poems. She has talked about the relationship between a mother and a daughter, the relationship between her daughters and their father, and even her love for her city in this book.

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Dr Santosh Bakaya, Lopamudra Banerjee, Dr Sanjukta Dasgupta

“At the same time, many others are written as surreal inner sojourns which come from an intense personal space where I delve deep into my childhood, my motherhood and also my personal anguish resulting from the loss of loved ones. For example, in my poem ‘For Fathers and Daughters’, I have presented a dedication to my daughters and their relationship with their father where my childhood also comes to haunt me as a melancholic melody, in context of his terminal ailment and later, his demise.”  Her emotions being her drive in her works, we asked her what she finds to be the feeling she finds most difficult to write on. She told it to be “the intensity of my longings as a woman, a Diaspora being”. She shed light on the fact that out of the various recollection of memories in her pages shadowing mists, there are a few that did make her bleed more than she could give.

She says that apart from this, writing about other painful experiences like her mother’s demise was immensely difficult for her but she had to, for her own good.

“I write about a plethora of poems ranging from personal trauma and anguish, including my mother’s demise, and putting them in words were indeed challenging, but I had to do it for my own catharsis.”

It’s a collection of all these “broken pieces” that she says make up “Let the Night Sing” so I urge you all to please give it a read. It is a humble woman’s journey while taking the heinous thorns and splinters of life, but still never losing faith in it’s beauty at the same time.

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Lopamudra Banerjee is a writer, poet, editor and translator, currently based in Dallas, USA. She has a Masters’ degree with thesis in creative nonfiction writing from the Department of English, University of Nebraska at Omaha. She is the co-editor of the bestselling anthology on women, ‘Defiant Dreams: Tales of Everyday Divas’.
‘Thwarted Escape: An Immigrant’s Wayward Journey’, her debut memoir/nonfiction novel, published by Authorspress, has recently received Honorable Mention at the Los Angeles Book Festival 2017. The manuscript has also been a First Place Category Winner at the Journey Awards 2014 hosted by Chanticleer Reviews and Media LLC. Her literary works have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, both in India and the US and her fiction is published in Silhouette I & II anthology, by Authorspress.
She has received the Reuel International Award 2016 (category: Translation) for her English translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s novella Nastanirh (translated as The Broken Home) instituted by The Significant League, a renowned literature group in Facebook, and the book is available in Amazon Kindle.It is now part of the book ‘The Broken Home and Other Stories’.

Book blurb:

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THE TV FIGURATIVE

 

        FRIENDS VS HIMYM

 

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As minds who’ve matured during the growing age of tv shows we have seen some really interesting genres unfold. From the sixties till the eighties, Hollywood gave us laugh riots with the likes of the Dick van Dyke Show, Mary Tyler Moore Show, Cheers, Golden Girls and it’s spinoff Empty Nest, and I Love Lucy. However the nineties brought forward a new type of era for TV and especially comedy with shows like Friends, Mad About You, and Everybody loves Raymond. The tides changed as a greater significance for youth came into the picture. The main game changer was Friends which took youth everywhere by storm with the proper depiction of how each and every one of us face issues like unrequited love, failed marriages, divorce, short term relationships, and bad breakups during our 20s. Friends is one of the first shows to bring out the concept of fandoms and was a one of a kind dose of life to which each and every one can relate to. The magic was and remains to this day that all of us are like either of the six friends, or even a fusion of certain ones. What however brought in the need for a more in depth analysis was the arrival of juniors like How I met your Mother and Big Bang Theory. Suddenly from only comparing actors with roles we also debuted into the art of comparing two tv shows and their characters. The whole phase of Joey vs Barney, Lily vs Monica, and now coming to the main issue: How I met your Mother vs Friends was a very interesting phase.

 

A comparative overview

Friends is firstly and most importantly about what it clearly says: Friends and friendship. It’s about a group of six friends who meet all the time and hang out at a coffee shop. Their everyday career issues and relationship/dating problems are the basic subjects, along with how their lives converge as they make compromises for each other. How I met your mother also follows the plotline around a group of five individuals whose lives collide at a bar. The two can be summed up in many ways that make them look like identical cousins however both have their own individual essence. The previous more or less is about six friends who meet, talk and share experiences. HIMYM on the other hand is centred around Ted and how he met his main love interest Robin and their relationship throughout the years while being part of a group of five friends who hung out together in a bar.  How Ross and Rachel met is something we quite frankly don’t know, we know the basic backstory and see how they meet again and move from there. While being a big plot point that starts everything right at the beginning, however it isn’t what the whole show is about. Also while we’re on this, HIMYM has a bar as the centre whereas while the place of Central Perk used to originally harbor a bar.

Both of them are filled with some epic similarities. Let’s talk about some in more detail and bring out the differences:

 

  1. Two irresistible womanizers

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On one hand we have a goofy, carefree stud and on the other we have a rebellious, cunning, manipulative yet childish guy. Joey doesn’t share his food and Barney doesn’t share his suits. Joey is a struggling actor who likes to eat, sleep, and play it cool. He describes that person in all of us who is very caring but will laugh first when you fall down before helping you up. He might even be the one pushing but will never go too far. Barney is a pleaser, quite literally. He signs stuff without reading and is paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for it. He takes it all as a game and everything’s a “challenge” for him which he needs to win, even with women. Barney is a person who cares for his friends but tries hard to hide it. Where barney shares quite a few characteristics with joe, it isn’t the same otherwise. Plus Joey’s the smooth talker and smooth lover alter ego Barney would say would make him “ordi….wait for it……..nary!!”

 

  1. Two love-struck failures

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While Ted and Rachel have the “both left at the altar” going on, Ross and him are more characteristically similar as well as by gender so……ya! Both are love-struck, kind hearted idiots who’d sacrifice big for someone they care about and especially for the girl they each love. Where Ted would give Robin away for her happiness Ross would go to lengths to get Rachel the pendant she wanted. Ted and Ross have a lot of base similarities however Ross has a zone of his own, of which he is mayor (Sorry. Just had to.) whereas Ted has been in every zone. Although on a serious note that’s still true. Rosshel had ups and downs throughout just like Tobin but Tobin don’t get back together until the end (presumed). Ted is more up the creek whereas Ross is more down river sort of person. Both are crazy about their jobs and have been college professors but Ted is predominantly an architect who cares more about finding the destiny girl, whoever that may be. Ross on the other hand loves only one till the end. While both know each of their soulmates till the end, Ted mentally doesn’t till the end. Both of them are quite descriptive and tend to point out mistakes which truly annoys though.

 

  1. One predominant married couple

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You can almost see the similarities from the pictures and list the differences. Both are couples who met, and smoothly fell in love and got married. Both have an obsessive girl in the relationship. Finally both have a guy who found it to be the easiest and hardest thing to have gotten who they got. Both Chandler and Marshall numerously state the fact that they both have been bad with women and yet they somehow managed to get someone hotter as well as someone hot. The difference is where the couple of Central Perk are sexually adventurous and accommodating, the Mclaren’s counterpart is fully alike. We see Chandler and Monica complement each other individually but Lily and Marshall are mostly like two people of different gender with identical mentalities. Also Chandler has had quite a few relationships other than Monica whereas Marshall scored one home run and retired from the game.

 

  1. Career Goals

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I’ll repeat about how both shows have a professor of a subject treated as boring. Apart from that though we have other ones too. We also have a person from each show as having been in show business. Joey and Robin have a basic similarity there. Both shows have a guy who is on the second highest post of a company (and whose exact jobs we know nothing about) earning a lot while doing something he doesn’t care much about. While having different reasons and motivation individually, Chandler and Barney have that in common. Both have two people desperately trying to figure out and go with his/her dream career at different points. Friends has Rachel and Chandler while HIMYM has Lily and Marshall. The difference is Chandler was never sure of what he really wanted to do and left his job and went into a search out of frustration.

 

  1. The Best Friends

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Both groups have the two female besties who take the tradition forward. There’s the discussion in both cases, about who’s Ted’s best friend and who’s Ross’s. In many cases Joey gets upset on not being chosen as Chandler and Ross are college pals. The difference is Barney is pretty hell bent as compared to Joey. The females in Friends have a history unlike with Lily and Robin. Monica and Rachel have a deeper friendship while Lily and Robin have a deeper bond with each other. In HIMYM there are two separate male friendships, between Barney and Ted and between Ted and Marshall. In Friends there’s not much chemistry between Ross and Joey. There are only certain times like Joey’s and Ross’s sleeping together where two of the males have their own moments, except for of course Chandler-Joey moments.

 

IN CONCLUSION:

 

There are many other similarities including Ross and Rachel vs Ted and Robin, both having taken time to start and both rekindling back in the end. Barney and Robin vs Joey and Rachel, both happened but only one of them really hit big. We can go on but I think there is a simple place where both shows diverge and that mainly comes to their essence. Friends and HIMYM both teach us lessons that are completely different. The six friends each tell us ways in which we all act or react in life. There’s a Monica and Chandler in every one of us, every person who has faced hardship has a Phoebe in them. Every one of us suffering in love is a Ross just keeping on caring silently for that Rachel who means the world to us. Although fictional themselves, even the characters of HIMYM have in them traits of the six friends which is why they are so similar.

Ted and his friends teach us about the different experiences we will have in life, the ups and downs but unlike with the lives of those six, these five make us see the change taking place over time. Rachel and Ross’s relationship is mainly what we focus on as time goes by, the rest of them have relationships and experiences which don’t seem to make them grow. Even Chandler and Monica have a graph which doesn’t venture uptil the end as after they officially get together their relationship stays more or less stagnant. Ross- Rachel show us that even if there are numerous fights and differences two people who love each other will keep coming back to one another. Meanwhile Ted and Robin symbolize two people who need each other, their lives are connected by “destiny”.

 

Linguistic Differences

What is language?

Or what is a language?

Well I’d clearly say that “Language is an intellectual form that we use for the purpose of communication. It is how we get the result of our brainwaves to perfectly reach other people.”

That was the logical and scientific way of putting it. However now that we have the introduction out of the way let’s go into more detail shall we?

Language is pretty much anything that used for communication. It’s not just talking, silence is also a language.

Verbal is not the only method, non-verbal being perfectly possible. We can communicate through body language and without any words, in other words “silence”.

However today I am not here to explain communication or tell you about its types. What I am going to discuss today is regarding what my question was about: Language.

The phrase “a language” simply brings to mind the reference to a particular language such as English, French, Spanish, Dutch, Italian, Russian, German, Chinese, Japanese, and so on.

Damn! There are so many different languages. We’ve really outdone ourselves. Every language can be translated into other simpler or more complex languages. Every one of them have their twists, their own unique way of using the tongue, and separate rules which make them so.

Knowing all this, let us now go into more detail and enter the wider realm of it known as “Linguistics”. The fact that there is a science, specific regulations, a psychological method with which every language is performed brings in the concept of linguistics.

There are people who speak more than one language. If their brain and tongue become home to more than four the person is termed as a super linguist.

The concept of every language is different. Each language hence brings in a different feeling in the same dialogue. Some sound confident, some are more excited while others sound emotional. Saying “I love you” in English brings a certain effect. Now try saying the same in French: “Je t’aime”. Now let’s try Hindi: “Main tumse pyaar karta hoon”. They not only sound different but also feel different. Patriotism and regional love aside this is quite true if you honestly think about it.

You could perhaps say the beauty of the song is on a level quite different depending on the words put. What level that you decide. The essence and feeling delivered feels different especially if you take a third person point of view. I know what you’re going to say: you’re being repetitive.

Basically they bring in their own sense which are the results of their own unique cultures, and mentalities. With every language comes the ideology and culture of the place it’s from. A traveler who meets a lot of people will definitely know this, so will a guy or gal in show business. I mean not only when it comes to love, it can be anything. Language affects the level of the magic. Comedians who’ve faced their share of bad shows will understand a bit better, especially those who’ve done tours across many countries. The success of jokes always depend on language and culture to a great extent. There are other factors too but I have decided to not digress too much today.

So now you have a new and different perspective when you’re perhaps travelling the world and telling a joke, or asking out a beautiful lady, or even when trying to buy a condom.

 

6 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT YOUTH

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“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

― Franz Kafka

 

It is said that the world’s two most prized gifts are the love of a woman and the beauty of youth. While we always talk about women, today let’s take this opportunity to talk about youth. Youth is the most treasured trait that a person can have, without it a person can be 45 but feel like 85. Youth or young people around the globe are always treated as not only the “future” of humankind but also looked upon as the envied lot, as their energy levels are still at their peak.

So let’s take this time to learn a bit more about them:

 

  1. The definition varies from country to country.

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According to the United Nations, “Youth” are the people who are of ages 15-24. However different countries have different definitions. In Nigeria youth are termed to be people between ages 18 and 35. In India, according to the National Youth Policy 2014, the people aged 15-29 are youth.

 

  1. Number of youth worldwide is potentially high.

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The youth make up for more than 1.1 billion people, which is the nearly the population of India. The number of young people along with children make up 40% of the world’s population as of 2015.

All the developing countries contain most of the world’s youth. India as of November 2014 contains 356 million people between the ages 10-24 years, about 28% of India’s population. China comes in second with 269 million, followed by Indonesia and US respectively.

 

  1. Youth are not being commemorated only on 12th August

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While 12th August is International Youth Day, the youth are celebrated in different parts of the world on other days as well. Renowned Indian monk, Swami Vivekanda’s birthday (12th January) is celebrated as National Youth Day. Children’s Day is celebrated on 14th November in India.

In Singapore, Youth Day is celebrated on 2nd July. World Youth Day, held every 2-3 years will be held next at Panama city in 2019.

 

 

  1. Most of today’s unemployed people are Youth

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In the world of today, unemployment is the one of the main issues that plague us. However did you know that the main section of society affected by this are the youth?

South Africa ranks on top as having the highest percentage of unemployed youth.

The causes of this include the mismatch in skills and effect of the digital divide.

  1. More than 35% of homeless youth are under 24

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According to known statistics, more than 35% of youth found around the globe are homeless. Nearly 80% decide to use alcohol and drugs as a form of self-medication.

Studies show that over 50% of the world’s population of homeless youth have been told by their parents to leave. About 40% of these youths are sexually abused every year.

 

  1. Being Young is NOT Enough Anymore

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Being young and being youthful are not the same thing but none of them is enough. Some companies do not want to keep the new youth, they want their own veterans, who are more experienced. Acceptability in employment is competitive with the rise in competition (rise in number of youth) by the passing day. The simultaneous increase in poverty and number of homeless youths with the increase in population adds salt to the fire.

 

The Youth are the building blocks, and the foundation of our society. No matter who it is and how much they have gained over the years, everyone wants to go back to their youth when they found it easier to do things, and had more basic worries. They need to be cared for more as a part of the change.

 

We should take it upon ourselves to treasure our youth. J

                    The Lone Star Statuette

 

As she stood a step in the distance

I was a lifetime apart but yet so close

A satisfaction towards the corner of her smile

Merry times led to a withering flower

With petals that curled in over it’s beautiful veins of insecurity

Watching loudly, controlling the fear on her reins in obscurity

Cast away in dimensions, treading on varied simplicity

A tear flowed in silence, the smile blew away a thousand hearts

The red lineage of her bitter monuments, I stared into her servitude

A mellow piece of my ecstasy beneath the west wind raindrops

The veins cried out a whisper that reached deep within my malt-ish vine

Scurried into my Neverland she bit through a thousand pasts

The touch she pushed inside worrying inches of my light heartbeats

Swollen and sorry as I looked past her colorful cries

Heaped and dark, rash and definitely not mine to wonder

I got up as I swam past her Spaniards, reached the dusked up destination

I took a roundabout across memories of sadness, a left took me to another zone

Lost I got as I slipped into a trance, her embrace made me feel at home

 

Slim was her sensibility, sweetly swollen was her hair

Messed in senses, a Evangeline structure ripped bare

The crimson serenity stripped to no amends

Her fair complexion bewitched past a thousand stares

Courageous yet cautious I entered into the solemn seduction

A raw merriment so pure, the crisps of the sides prismed sore

Queried past self-psychosis, as she continued her invasion

Days passed by in an universe that intersected in collision

I felt her scent as I outran her inner melancholy

I carried fast while I pictured her bliss, insinuatingly jolly

In dominance I played to a river of her solitude

I confessed upon her inner angel, she broke fortitude

 

I looked into the soul of her inner, mesmerizing

I crept into her consciousness twice, thrice surprising

As she rejected all through her frequent rants

She self-seduced seduction in loud whispers

When she cried inside her inner sanctum

My hidden essence could hear her weep

With numerous bare heavens, she hid the burnt doorways

Clenching her body with certain joy, my thoughts felt like sto-waways

Writhing in a beckoning so high I took her close

Her slender arms and legs left me comatose

As I called to her shadows, the soft skin so brown and bright

I risked all and dipped into her, holding her insecurities very tight

A relationship set back in time, in a parallel existence

Wondering within waters of memory, a kiss that put the lights out

She dispelled into pestilence, scared me with masterful mania

Hid through every hasty handful, she played through the emotional field

Struck with darkened interference, I was licked by a foolish intolerance

I caressed her dry, treading into a torrid feeling which got to my sense

As I walked away from her brown eyes, I rode into a different sunset

Dressed her in silence, every time coming back to where we first met

 

 

 

 

 

 

KISS OF A LILAC

As she faded away in non-existence
A hug came to me in fantasy
Few sparkles of ceremonious giggles
Lighting up chrysanthemum in a little glass

“You are among my cluster of thoughts”
In a garden of metered maleficence
A true embodiment of gifted lilac
Entrusted by the heart on it’s bloom

Impertinent and immoral, wasted by cruelty sweet
I took a quick glance before the eyes would meet
Proudly I dared look into her compressed mirror
Colors bounced between convex edges

Artful than the impression that Gogh did forget
Menacingly beautiful as she took the turn
A celibacy of uncountable dark attractions at that
A pact of resentful urgencies that cluelessly burn

Puppet intentions, I took a peel of what I could take
The soft edges of mysticism exchanged by a shake
As she curled into his pages, stinging with her straight hair so folly
Her eyes showed the way towards Eden, spreading enamour so jolly

“I love her like anything”, greeneries of thought
A penitent displeasure in the breath
It’s solemnly not a vague plethora
Of any melancholia given to perfection
Strings of euphony lusted in ceremony
Laughter of agony kissed through obscurity

He knew she violated second to none
The edged mistress etched into crimson
The shining black eyes of a liason
With a look that left all red in sensation

The stranger gave another smile
As she ravaged the heart of no return
Skillfully her slender nature took position
Moulding in between while she caressed away
She moved her penchant eyes and searched territory
A discovery properly dressed to be found
The lush hair that left you in dementia
Maroon-ed me ebony, circumstances stood still
Her inner skin touched till fury emerged pointless
Sin brightly crept from behind, curves on their faces
Cloaked in delight, aroused by the stir of salvation
Scared past her ambiguity, cursed by self-domination

As her dark effervescence brightened the path
The solemn moments took it’s first wrath
Supple merriment that passed completely bathed
As he moved through her neck, the sweet shrieks left him unscathed

The innocence that penetrated into the depths of cynicism
The satanic thirst of the angel so pure in contradiction
Descant followed her light feet, each step into melancholia
The lilac jested it’s fragrance, stamped me with her insignia

The Girl in Black and White

There stood the silent traveller

Her thoughts penitent, noisy and raw

As she ravaged into inner metamorphosis

Tens of thousands passed, only seeing her gnaw

As I breached past what seemed like another lonely encounter

There lay a pile of facts on which I started to ponder

Surrounded by baskets of thoughts inside a metered mind

With depth, leftly disillusioned while rightly picked

While the passing boy found joy in her dark brown eyes

I found solace in her inner mystique

Her black and white image said a thousand goodbyes

As her crimson aura piqued with every peek

Finally she was hit by my constant stare

With calm reciprocation, she gave a beastly glare

Solemn in her beauty, those lips whispered terror

Masked by innocence, her brows drew my error

I decided to take a step, a death crawl into her pantry

Am a stubborn martyr, I instantly marched into oblivion

Blinded by the beauty darker than her hair

Charmed by confusion, I sought to make an intrusion

Within moments I entered the ring of fire

As I melted, the confusion faded away

As I dove into the fiery depths, I did not tire

The newfound connection was here to stay

With every moment I chose to read her dry

An automated response to her being sly

The yin yang image held her in a frame

The desire, the terror was part of the game