About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

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Life

An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..

Death

That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

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She

A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Me

The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

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Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

Gloria looked at her son
-- this virtual stranger of a man --
and forgave him everything.

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To me
There is a sticking point
To your faltering logic
For you say
You would have picked me
Over him
Means decisively
You would have picked me
Before you even thought of him
To continue
This so-called fallacy of a friendship
With such a fool, liar and a cheater
Says a lot
Whether or not
You believe what it means
It is surely enlightening
Harsh choices
Call for critical decisions
You want to further strengthen
That weak bond between us
So-called friendship of ours
Then you must not associate
With misfits who whine
That crave attention
Who cry
As a way to trap
Who is not man enough
To own up
Even if he does now
It is past fashionably late
Has not meaning
Rather adds to the farce
I have researched this issue
Through and through and through
To the point of sickness
Frustration on end
Others of you know not
Speak of his ill wills
Of his bait and switch
The lost of character
Using his brother
As a selling point
True men
Take their rightful blame
I am irritated
More then that
Flabbergasted and shocked
Seems more like it
But apparently
You don't seem to see
The gravity of the matter
Callously and without care
Hiding beneath
In the dark and despicable
First of all
You broke a trust
My loyalty you tested
Surely enough
The ties that bind
Hang dangerously on a ledge
I can give forgiveness
Yet I cannot forget
I guess that's where my logic
Is found to diverge
All thanks to you
Never thought that could happen
I may be your friend
But other doors of opportunity
Closed indefinitely possibly forever
Why
You walk the unspeakable route
Worse decided upon
Want proof of such disaster
Which family or friend
Approves of your pathway
Reason your way out of that one
And I mean your closest advisers
Where are they now
Do those strains tell you anything
Tell me that
Tell me why
If you don't understand
Then you never understood me at all
My standards are not necessarily
Different from any other respectable guy
This is not just a made up standard
Of which I sure is not different
For respectable women
A fallacy of a match
With a ex-roommate
I know I'm nice
I'm told that I may be too nice
Sure I take hits for it
For who I am
At the same time
It is what frustrates me
I will not be used
Whether intentional or not
You want my support
My truest thoughts
Choices are close approaching
Of what is necessary
And surely they are
Talk to the fool
Don't talk to me
Cause in reality
What's the use of being friends
With a liar
A betrayer
I've made my decision
Not to be hurt
Betrayed behind my back
By this weakling
He is no friend
Nor shall he ever be
I cannot let myself be pulled
Through the gutter
I may have to make another
Tough decision
Consider this a warning
If necessary
I will
Cut all ties
For my sake
I don't know the time
Nor how
For my sanity
This I may be willing to do
I'm tired of the shit
I want to sleep comfortably
I want to dream sweetly
I want to pull this knife
Out of my back
But somehow I cannot
Maybe its related
To your ill-founded foul friendship
Simply and surely
I want to be friends
But I cannot
If you are in communication
With an idiot.
Tears cascade headlong like a river,
Deluging the demesne of my hearts woe..

My sapient thoughts hypes the shiver,
But my heart refuses to let go..

More you spawn your feelings about him..
I am drowning as my lungs catch no air..

My heart beats like a madman for you cannot see,
What lies in front of you- a love so unyielding,so very wee

Day in and day out my heart beats for one as it aches,
To give you my love-my life and happiness..

Blued and morosed...I wait in the dark,
With my heart-ready to bequeath in yours...

Now..Amidst the travail,it stands timeworn..effete and bereaved..
With only a dream of ever possessing your love..



-!nversed Poignancy!
Dated: 24/08/2002

(Picked this one out from the 'attic')
No one ever told me
that it would
be difficult like this
falling in love
is very hard
when she never smiles
how can I play
my cards
so I will constantly win
the first prize
in the lottery of life

Seems like there
is no chance
to have a hot romance
her nose is
too high in the sky

No one never said
anything to me
about feelings inside
like this
when you try and try
and never get
any reply
to the good
thing you will give
for the only one
in your secret dreams
I have never
noticed before
how cold it can be
when the girl
you love
crosses the floor
and walks out
the door

Why can't it never be
you and me
sharing the joy of life
tell me
have you been asked
to become somebody
else's wife
or do you really like
to be on your own
looking at the
male clowns
that are fooling
around

Hello there pretty girl
it is time to wake up
don't act so high class
give a lonely boy a chance
to experience a good dance
before it gets too late
to get a sober date
don't wait too long
you are not
so young

No one never told me
that life would be like this
it is hard
but it is the only one
and I will work it all out
so just wait and see girl
you will greet me
when we meet

Gritty Table

Scribbled by Bharath On January 08, 2007 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
A dirty glass on a gritty table
filled with golden oblivion
on ice and lemon on the side
bitter taste for bitter memories
of a love lost, or never had
can't say I'm all that, though..

A worn-out hat hanging
on a dumbwaiter on the wall
waiting for me, calling my name
like silent whispers in the smoky air
while I'm chatting up some lush
with too much makeup and
too little grace, drunken out of
her mind and stoned out of
her soul..
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