Aareet Mahadevan

This poet’s muse, now a distant stench, A refrain worth repeating.

There are things I cannot tell, things of heaven, things of hell. this parliament of love and truth, this complement, just me and you.

He’s bent over the counter, his back arched by time He’s smiling, broad, his face cracks into a million smiles He’s humming a creaky love song It has such lonely words Fingers smear the glass with a white, faltering grip He has no fiery ambition, no maste…

Pink and purple post-its, aggregate a sea, their lawyer-doctor scribbles are a hundred notes to me.

I clipped my paper-pencil down, closed the binder inward-flat, lifted my emerald-encrusted crown, and threw my heavy towel back.

I’ve got a computer in the mail, they say it’s really nice, well beyond ordinary , a cutting-edge device.

Drifter, and a finder, sunlight on a binder.

I’ve got a cereal alpha-beta and a knick-knack kangaroo A seven line senorita, and her ballet dancers too We’ve got the bright pink furry ponies, and the sparkles and the wine, the bouncers and their cronies, and the seating and the clime It’s a two day j…

I know your darkest secrets, the long forgotten kind, I know your deepest regrets, the ones you’d left behind.

I watched The Butterfly Effect today.

I’ve talked about the difference, and talked about the time.

Spring is here again, the greymetal springs into the guild people are happier, i think.

Pinkmellow yellow on a cashewnut tree coffeewet mud and a cottage at sea.

It had four wheels that rolled and one that steered too. a shiny chrome lining and doors, not one. but two!

My girl, she is, she my soulmate to be, she’s a kook, a madcap and a loon.

He’s bent over the counter, his back arched by time.

Gr.

My Daisy, She’s crazy, She makes no mortal sense, A cutie, a beauty, A man has no defence.

Misty ice-cube carved with charcoal blades organization. — This was inspired by the view it describes as seen from 38000 feet over Chicago at night; right after a snowstorm. (5-7-5 ?)

There’s a saying where I come from, they say a lot of things there.

Windy days and silver bells, Snowy patches, sprightly smells.

And tic tic tic tic Hurry tic tic tic Walk tic tic tic flurry tic tic tic Talk tic tic toc No tic tic tic tic money tic tic tic think tic tic tic funny tic tic tic blink tic tic toc Why tic tic tic tic running tic tic tic trip tic tic tic stand tic tic tic

It’s a tiptoe day in the summer, and the wind is beating its best.

Stacked clean, one on one, on two, on three, sliding outward, frictionless, quiet, chill.

It was with a swing in her step from a generous dole of wine, that she walked up to the door, a door that was mine.

Take a pebble and throw it into the sea watch it bounce capsize surrender.

You knew my capital disease, my freeing tries to dream.

Don’t be silly child, I didn’t mean any of that, and you know it/ Mommy says things,you know, when she’s angry with someone/ (That silly man gentleman indeed do you KNOW what he said?)

I think I saw you home that day, flashing by me past, I wasn’t at your home that day, Our love not meant to last.

The scorching sun, had met its match, in a frozen solid ground, not a ball of snow to catch, not a thing around.

There once stood, a heavy arch, besotted with weed, it’s wooden arms inscribed, so deep, with smitten tales of creed; Its magnificent size, was testament to it’s worth, it’s still immortal legacy, once ruled all the earth.

All I am is meeting meeting, Everyone, I’m greeting greeting.

‘Twas a peculiar day in August, No spring in their steps, no smile for the stranger.

And she said, which of these do you want, for home.

Coral culling, Feisty pearl, Mindful, mulling, mysterious girl.

Little cracks, insignificant little lines, crept silently across its smooth skin, cussing and complaining, over and over, about the load they carried, each one, immersed in his own burden.

It was with trepidation, much contemplation, and an encouraging shove, that I entered the room.

Why?

“I’ll wear a mask for you” And cover my every flaw, Wear that heavy coat, Stick stiffly to the law.

While tottered on, little feet, by the riverside.

Give me that vase, for it intricate carvings, matter most to me.

My fingers tremble at, the thought, of that wicked wench, How dare you tread, through my airspace, my private womb, And ask your questions, with no prologue, and wind your tatters, And touch my hand, with that pleading look, whimper and sniff, And make me…

Where stark blue night, wages war against yellow day, and dandelions wait on the sun, And the moon stands silent, enveloped in darkness that is invaded by a halo of light, And wisps of white sail across a field of pink pungent, effeminate, And bees buzz t…

Echo, echo.

/* Triolet structure: *abaa abab First line repeats as poetic refrain – fourth and seventh lines */ There lies the buried treasure, Many have died in vain, In search of forgotten love or pleasure, There lies the buried treasure.

Drops of sunlight between the branches, wetting the swaying grass – Blood makes a collage of it, The high soprano of war .

Drops of sunlight between the branches, wetting the swaying grass – A bubble makes a rainbow of it, The slow tenor of solitude.

Drops of sunlight between the branches, wetting the swaying grass – A giggle makes a picture of it, The smooth baritone of love.

My soul is dark and lonely, And I have a sullen mind.

Beyond those walls, lies Troy, Enchanting, unachievable.