Inversed Poignancy: Torrential Spate of Cloudburst...

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!

Torrential Spate of Cloudburst...

Scribbled by Bharath On February 05, 2008

Grayish-white cottons lay floating-staring at us..
Waiting to stain the green earths purity.
Laying there they mock the lushes
Trying to reach for it, but backing away in coeval
Just like a child now wanting to make a noise...
.
Its the rain..
.
I think..
.
I ponder..
.
Ah..Then..
.
Clocks A Quint Essence
More brilliant as a blooming flower..
.
And in lieu to its glory..
My pen gets in psych..
But..
Then it renders irredeemable..
Lost..
.
The parchments' gleam shines bright..
Brighter than the lightening's lighted fright..
.
There
Stayed
Those white parchments..
Drenched..
Sodden..
Bedraggled..
.
.

As I Lay uproot staring..
Gazing at the precipitations from above..
Falling..
At me as they mock me ever so merrily...
.
Cloudburst..
Water..
Deluge..
O' Rain...

-!nversed Poignancy!